Yep. Had Sunday and Monday off and BLAM – head cold. I hoped I would be able to get into work today but I called in and then went back to sleep. I got up, made some tea and had tea and toast and nutella for breakfast. Didn’t do much but did climb back into bed. Slept for another four or five hours. Woke up pondering what to do about dinner and realized I had left over chinese, woot! So here I am, dripping and sneezing but whatchagonnado – just another mid-winter cold.
Mainly it was a dark, rainy day. We’re in an early mud-season.
In other news I’ve been reading a lot of sonnets for the three-night conversation session at the East Greenbush Library. Our teacher asked us to read two sonnets by Elizabeth Barret Browning (“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” and “If thou must love me, let it be for nought“), compare them with Shakespeare sonnets 18 and 29 (“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” and “When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes“) and think about whether they come from heart or mind.
I’m also working over Robert Frost’s “Acquainted With The Night“.
While looking for a link to this poem I found this quote about a different book of Frost poems:
William Rose Benet wrote, “It is better worth reading than nine-tenths of the books that will come your way this year. In a time when all kinds of insanity are assailing the nations it is good to listen to this quiet humor, even about a hen, a hornet, or Square Matthew…. And if anybody should ask me why I still believe in my land, I have only to put this book in his hand and answer, ‘Well-here is a man of my country.'”
