MOTD

Yes, today had "grey" written all over it and I know that I am a stronger man for surviving. I made it through the murk by buckling down to some serious housework. Having lost last weekend to a lost weekend I had some catching up to do. I am also disappearing at the crack of dawn on Tuesday as I head east to see Yang. That's basically what is keeping me going at the moment. I haven't seen her in well over a year and am very much looking forward to the trip. Laundry has been performed and tomorrow may even bring ironing. I actually like ironing. There's something that appeals to me about throwing down the shirt of one's existence and eliminating life's creases with the steam power of will and dodging the buttons of capriciousness. Pity I suck at ironing and end up with trousers with creases you could cut potatoes with - into many pieces - simultaneously.

Since the last entry I watched Bad Santa and this may replace The Ref as my favourite Yuletide fillum. As penance for this I borrowed and viewed the DVD version of Ken Burns' Shakers documentary. Until now I have been relying on a fuzzy old videotape I inherited when I arrived in this country and bought Tim and Helen's old VCR as they prepared to leave the country. I do like that documentary. Every time I watch it I feel challenged to do a better job in all that I do. Tonight's pick was Jeong Jae-Eun's Take Care of My Cat, which is somewhere between My So-Called Life and Trainspotting.

The current book on the bedside table is one written by someone who died less than a fortnight ago. As soon as I heard about the event I felt obliged to do this. Many things in life leave me puzzled.