Little discoveries: 'the cake of love'

Small things start us in new ways of thinking.
– V.S. Naipaul, British writer, 2001 Nobel Prize in Literature, from A Bend in the River

I didn’t get a chance to write or post yesterday, Friday being my usual posting day. I’d pulled another all-nighter (well, I slept for one hour when I couldn’t make sense of what I was writing or reading on the computer screen) and was trying to recover from another difficult week at work. I think that makes three straight weeks of damage control and mopping up messes. After closing time, after a meeting and practices for the kids’ extracurricular and sports activities, I could do little else but sit on the sofa in front of the fire and fall asleep, with the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics on the television set, an open book on my lap and my laptop bearing the beginnings of a blog post I had started on the sofa next to me. David roused me awake close to midnight and we called it a day, a week, a long week, at that.

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