against all odds 8 March 2008
Well, I have decided not to opt for surgery just yet and have joined a local gym in London instead (I have a dainty treadmill of my own in the Dublin residence so that’s the exercise sorted there). Other than that there is no time to waste in life and i am GETTING ON with things, in spite of missing a flight that I think actually disappeared from the schedule tonight at Heathrow (can that happen though or have I gone mad?) and then being majorly delayed on the one I did manage to spot was leaving in my general direction. I wonder if it’s because I am writing about Alzheimers at the moment and am a bit bothered and forgetful, though hopefully only from stress and having too much on my mind, cos if this is ‘it’ then I have even less time than previously imagined. I probably spend too much time sleeping also but I am so not giving that up – it’s my favourite activity bar none and I will fight for it to the bitter end.
Off to Sligo tomorrow to do a reading in the evening at the Yeats Building as part of a Writers and Readers Festival. I love libraries – anywhere devoted to books is a great place as far as I am concerned and, while I’m at it, librarians are Grand Wizards of Fabdom.
Apparently my nephew, Jay (who, you’ll remember, blogged in my place while I was locating an internet cafe in Lviv on my New Year’s trip to Ukraine) calls Sligonians ‘The Sligish’ which I think is fab – a bit Elvish, ain’t it.
