This morning I slept late. It's been so long since I did this, I've stopped setting an alarm. But today - ten to eight. I was still fuzzy with sleep as I walked to the station. Awake enough to enjoy the business man, suited and booted, but wearing his heart in his hand - a metal brief case decorated front and back with the album artwork from 'Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band'. Thank you - I did enjoy the show.
Everywhere is revving up for Christmas. I'm not - I keep being shocked by baubles (as opposed to being Surprised By Joy...). But other people are. I saw someone carrying wrapped presents today. In November. Christmas this year reminds me of the time I was given a celeriac (how middle class). A celeriac? Some celeriac? A bolus of celeriac? Can't name it; can't cook it. I looked at it a few times, suspiciously, and then shoved it somewhere I couldn't see it, as I didn't know what to do with it. As with Christmas. There are some things I love about it. Carols - particularly the ones that have a pagan whiff of greenwood and golden sickle to them. The silence of the streets when everyone has holed up and stopped rushing about. Scrooge's second chance; George Bailey's angel. And there's the stuff I don't. Pretty much all of which involves shops. This year I'm going to choose what I do.
Today I saw twin suns. Even more exciting than Chollocks (see Day Nine). I was on the train and the sun (the proper, main one) was low in the sky. The angle of the carriage window created a perfect reflection, so as I sat there it looked as if there were two suns - one to my right, and one to my left. It felt like some sort of Japanese proverb, so I Googled 'twin suns' when I got home. Overjoyed to find that it's a ancient Jedi sparring technique. It requires 'great mastery in light saber combat, high attunement with The Force and precise timing' (source: Wookieepedia). Clearly this is a sign. Maybe I'm about to be called. I'm ready.
I think I'm still half asleep. Today has been a twilight world, suspended between reality and fiction. It's been fun.
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