Day 83 of 100, Nordjylland, Danmark
Time is something I have in abundance, out here in the country. Heaps and heaps of time. It’s odd, this feeling, given my activities don’t change no matter where in the world I am. This is such an ideal environment for making stuff and/or getting things done – quiet enough to hear yourself think, and spacious enough that everyone can inhabit a working space without walking into someone else (a divine luxury). And Flemming’s dad seems to think that my propensity for hiding away in a corner for hours at a time, is perfectly normal behaviour. A rare and precious thing.
Yesterday (which is the date of this post but I’m writing it tomorrow, which is really today) I re-read Stephen King’s The Eye Of The Dragon from the 30% mark, where I’d left off, to its end. Because I could. Because my work and chores were done and it’d been a while since I’ve read all night. I live for these long, comfortable, solitary nights. Went to bed at 4am. This is also a divine luxury.
Yesterday I went for a gander up the road, and got my daily protein hit from all the bugs begging to be swallowed.A friend remarked that I must be missing the Aussie flies, but no. Danish bugs are easier to swallow. They don’t buzz manically on the way down.
I admit: I titled the post after reading this one on Shifter. As always, reading Daniel’s posts brings on a mix of shame (for being lazy: why aren’t I out there making stuff?), and inspiration (all these things: Gonna do them, now!). If you aren’t already reading Shifter, do so. Oh and he’s slinging an X-T2 these days. And he’s probably the only other person I’ve heard of, who kills equipment as randomly as I do.