I spent half of today reading a Liza Marklund novel. It’s been a long time since I took time to just read. Well, it wasn’t just reading… K and I went to Ikea, and the bus trip takes about 40 minutes so that made up some of the reading time. But that’s not the point.
The little things that make our lives richer, whether it’s a bad novel or a funny joke on tv… The small influences we get through books, music, theatre and the like, they are very important. And yet we don’t make enough room for them in our lives. I don’t.
At Ikea I bought a big pot or saucepan or whatever a 10 litre thing to cook in is called. Also a glass gratin-dish, six cognac glasses, plastic hangers, light bulbs and paper napkins.
The cats are wild. Minor seems to be recovering well from the surgery. Perhaps a little too well. She is running around like crazy and I’m a little scared her wound will open.