Just poking my head out of my writing cocoon to take a breather. I cleared my diary this week to have 3 days of just reading and writing for a paper tomorrow. Although I have a nervous tummy about it, it's been a welcome pleasure to have time to think. There's so little space for that normally, and 3 days is hardly a lot (everything in life has to be so speeded up), but it has been refreshing. I've been reading Timothy Morton's The Ecological Thought. I've known Tim in the past to be 'batshit crazy', as the yoof put it, but in a good way. He still is, but this book is a lot more grounded than usual. In some ways it's like Erica Fudge on speed, in that it is passionate about our sharedness with animals.
Anyway, this gives me an excuse to post this picture of the doglet in her Christmas jumper, looking a lot like Gareth Edwards in his 1970s prime, scoring tries for the Welsh rugby team. Six nations are coming up -- we're just waiting for the call.
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