the courtyard directly facing our apartment block looks anorexic, just reacting to the snowstorm, blizzard or the droplets of snow-rain that proliferate the entire year or was that yesterday? it was snowing in London in April. i need more jackets. i need to send my main cold-weather textile to the dry cleaners. but i can't, since it's still winter in April.
the cold weather is conducive to sleep, which i hardly do because my routine is compartmentalised. thus there's a debate within my circadian rhythm.
there's a task every minute. i can't do them all. like right now, the baby needs feeding. gtg.
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