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The deadline for Ambit reviews is tomorrow. That means I have to stop thinking and start writing.
Meanwhile, there's the box of submissions, the core skill papers, the letters, the accounts and the Sphinxing matters. And two friends not well to be visited. And a niggly tooth-ache telling me something somewhere.
But the sun is shining and this morning I sat listening to the sounds an empty house makes, in between books to be reviewed. Sometimes, when you can do that, time opens around you.
Empty houses, of course, are much more beautiful when they follow full houses. It's the contrast. Like the silence at the bottom of the poem box. Or waking up after being asleep.