I just remembered I didn’t feed the children’s goldfish. They feed them just before they themselves go to get ready for bed, about 7 pm, which isn’t a time when I’m likely to be thinking about goldfish, being ready to start thinking about feeding me. I went through, gave them their pinch of dried food, switched the light from the day bulb to the night bulb (they spoil those goldfish) and picked my way back, in the dark, down their garden path and across to my porch door.
It’s been a quiet day. The Sage was out for most of it. To be fair, he did suggest I might go with him, but he was first planning to check out a bric-a-brac sale, which I would frankly not enjoy – we’ve got enough muck’n’tat around this house without adding to it or looking at other people’s cast-outs, and then call on friends who, while very charming are a bit … one topic, shall we say. It’s a topic that the Sage is more interested in than I am and a couple of hours of disguising boredom and wishing I could be home reading the Sunday papers – I could see where this would lead, so I cut out the wishing and stayed at home, in the sunshine for a while, indoors in the cool for a while longer.
I’d have loved to go to sleep, and drank a hopeful glass of wine at lunchtime, but it didn’t make me drowsy. I’m just plain tired, not having slept enough for the last couple of weeks. I’m just drifting off at night when the Sage thwacks himself cheerily into bed and starts chatting. Delightful as this is, it wakes me up again and I can only catnap for the next few hours, having missed the chance to get into a deep sleep.
Still, a few meetings to come this week. If I can’t have a little doze through one or two of them it’ll be a poor do.
But on to another matter. I said sympathetically to a friend last week, “oh, I am sorry.” “No, it’s not your fault,” she replied. Well no, I wasn’t trying to take the blame for her car needing two new tyres and some work on the brakes, I was sorry for her rather than apologetic. But…surely she realised that? Does one have to say “I’m so sorry to hear that,” or similar, for it not to be heard as an apology? Hmm.