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So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
About Me
- Penthe
- I live in the heart of the nation and do a lot of filing. The husband and the son like to read a lot. So do I.
Links
- Ampersand Duck
- Armagnac'd
- Blue Milk
- Books I love
- Charlotte's Library
- Eglantine's Cake
- Enough Rope
- Humanities Researcher
- I think I have a recipe for that
- Light Reading
- Mim's Muddle
- Misrule
- Pea Soup
- Progressive Dinner Party
- Ramping It Up
- still life with cat
- Stories are light
- Terrible Palsy
- The Bones Remember Everything
- Third Cat
- WoLFi Tales
Blog Archive
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2010
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September
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- A self of one's own
- So because I've been lying around in bed recoverin...
- Live Grand Final Blogging
- The sound of slightly strained silence
- On being in hospital, from the horse's mouth
- Hospital
- So much to say, so little to say it with
- New
- Update on the kid
- Little bit sick
- Sick,sick of waiting
- Finally
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September
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3 comments:
Is everything okay?
Your post could be interpreted tragically.
Hopefully just a short sentence day?
Just short sentence day, and also some serious thinking to be done that isn't word ready yet. No tragedy.
Appreciate your kindness very, very much, though.
Hey, Pen, I hadn't caught up with you for a while, and so felt for you very much when reading the progress from your boy being a bit sick on father's day, to a Sydney hospital not much later. But fantastic to hear he's recovering so well.
I think you do extraoardinarily well to post so regularly, even when there's so much swirling around you that the words just can't come.
So very best wishes - and eeek! on the driving front. (It's new enough for me, too, to find it both liberating and stressful. And I really do wish other people would use their indicators.)
And here's to the sanity of reading for everyone (and the sanity, perhaps, of finally having a government).
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