A restless Sunday.
Traditionally, these days, Sunday is my day of rest. A day for reading things that aren’t academic. But today I’m restless. The news being made up of lies, reactions to lies, and analyses of both, has sent me out walking to avoid any more of it. But still I’m restless.
Restless, on the move,
Restless, place to place
Restless, I don’t know why
I’m restless.
Restless, stencil Christmas,
Restless, animals of the world,
Restless, sewing and knitting,
I’m restless.
Restless, for something to read,
Restless, not read before
Restless for none of these,
Just restless.
Or maybe it’s me?
So hard to please,
And restless.
When I get home I turn on BBC Radio Three where there are less news bulletins on Sunday, so less lying. Peace arrives and the restlessness evaporates as I look through my new books.
More, much more, of this sort of stuff at ‘A Book in Your Bag.’
