Everything is exhausting and productive of anxiety right now. This is natural, and would be natural with a thesis alone. With a thesis and family medical crises... Well. Fun times!
Today, dear friends, I acquired a new haircut. I believe this is my first haircut since summer, but I could be wrong. It could just be since October. It feels fluffy, and I no longer have bowl head, so it's good by me. (Although the gender discrimination in prices in the hairdressing industry, my word...)
On the way to the haircut, though, I stopped off in the bookshop. I wanted to get a copy of Patrick Leigh Fermor's Mani: Travels in Southern Greece
, but there wasn't one. But in the travel literature section was a big table with paperback copies of travel writing out of Eland Publishing, and among them was an absolute gem of a find: An Ottoman Travller: Selections from the Book of Travels of Evliya Çelebi
, edited and translated by Robert Dankoff and Sooyong Kim. I believe possibly I'd vaguely heard of Evlija Çelebi before, maybe? But this was the first time properly, and it is his first time in English translation. Extracts from the work of a 17th-centur Ottoman travel-writer! How brilliant!
...Of course it came home with me. Of course
My mother also bought for me today the first dressing-gown I've owned in fifteen years or more. It is purple toweling. Robe! I like robes. Something very pre-modern about them. Also, warm.
I am presently feeling guilty about the review copies on my shelf that I haven't read yet. I do not have a timeframe for reading them either. When there are slightly fewer demands on my emotional attention?
I also get to feel guilty about how I have deprioritised the gym in my life in the last fortnight. Other things have to come first. Thesis, and work, and emotions, and stuff. Like training myself off the copious amounts of Coca-cola I was drinking. No more than one can a day henceforth... (Besides, building shelves was exercise, right?)
Guilt! Frustration! Guilt! Exhaustion! Fun, life is...