I'm so wide awake at 3 in the morning and so clear-headed, you'd think I could solve the problems of the world. Instead, this morning, I started fussing about my robe, the one I received when I was awarded an honorary doctorate. I was measured for it wearing the last (as it turned out) pair of high heels I owned., and it was a litle long when I wore it officially but I have since turfed the shoes and shrunk a little so it is definitely too long now. So there I was at 3 a.m., wondering, if I should ever need to wear it again, whether I should buy new shoes or have it shortened. Oh dear.This is not productive.
Cobwebs - a line a day, spinning. I have read a lot of women's diaries and several of them compared themselves to spiders spinning, spinning their webs. Louisa May Alcott was one; Mary Chesnut, the Civil War journalist, was another, and I think, Ettie Hillesum. (Have to check that.) Anyway it's a natural step from web site to cobwebsite. The trick is to write, no,spin something every day. The question is: from my fingers or from my gut? Anon, anon.