Tuesday, 4 December 2012


Soup for a sick gal; Photo credit: Karen Thiessen, 2011
It's been 19 months since my last cold. That much luck is bound to run out and it finally did. Since last week I've been nourishing myself with gallons of soup, tea, and green smoothies. Between naps I manage to get some studio work done and that makes me especially happy (being sick is boring). Since I am too tired to work my usual long days, I have an excuse to indulge in some fiction. Over several evenings I read Maggie O'Farrell's The Hand That First Held Mine, a story about artists and writers in 1950s and present-day London, that has stayed with me days after I finished reading it.

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