Alpina's blog post - The End of another Day

All afternoon I was sitting in front of my keyboard to write the initial chapter of my paper about "Postcolonial Literature" which I am supposed to hand in in the middle of February. Why are beginnings always so hard ... the text is forming in my mind, but to write actual sentences ... by dinnertime I had only finished the first two paragraphs.

Now and then I exchanged a word with my cleaner who always comes on a Wednesday, and a local farmer brought a big heap of firewood which he unloaded in the drive. It has to be carried behind the house now and neatly stacked. After some baskets I stopped doing the job; I decided this is no work for a pregnant woman..... (sigh !)

Early tomorrow I have to take my cat to the animal clinic. She has developed something nasty-looking on her front paw and she will be put to sleep so that a biopsy can be made. I hope it's not cancer - she has been my faithful companion for so many years. Now, as she is sitting on my mousepad looking out into the dark night, she appears pensive and calm. Does a cat feel when the end of her life is approaching?

Maybe there will be Phillip's phonecall in some minutes, if he finds time. Afterwards I will switch off here and go to bed ... I feel a little worn out. Take care, you all, if you read this.