muninnhuginn | Indulgence (3)

[Numbers sure beat thinking of a new heading.]

Up late. Went back to bed with breakfast. No work, no-one around, no need to move. And on a weekday--yup, the distinction's coming back to us.

Plans: bath., and um....

Actually we're frustrated. Having failed to have transport or energy or availability of folk at t'other end, we managed only on Wednesday evening to get hold of the guitar and amp that the_magician brought up to Cambridge at Folk Festival time to loan to us. Frustrating, especially as this week was an excellent opportunity to practise without disturbing the rest of the household. Just before we finally arranged for guitar and ravens to meet up, the ravens stupidly picked at a lump of ice that was forming inside the freezer. The ice resisted, stubbornly. The ravens tugged and their hand slipped. Ice broke away--as did the fingernail on the middle finger of the ravens' right hand. At least, having frozen the fingertip, the pain--initially, at least--wasn't too great and there wasn't much blood. (It's a good thing we're a south paw (claw?). We could write at work yesterday.) On getting home, we tuned the guitar (who is delightful and beautiful, and we're s-o-o-o very grateful) and then put it away. Frustrated. (It was gone eleven as well, so not really the time to start strumming away.)