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the spin for this

Easter Monday and I don't have that much to say; after a four-day weekend, any remaining spin feels internalized and sluggish like the slow swirl at the gaping-mouth end of a drain. And I still don't know what it was all about (please don't say 'family' or 'chocolate –– you might as well say 'bears' and 'ray guns'). The house will be dirtier, then cleaner; Oona will have had fun finding chocolate eggs (maybe a third of which she'll get to eat, eventually), then enjoy a few epic meltdowns when not allowed to win every game of Snakes & Ladders ("... but I want to win all the games!"), or when served toast in the wrong manner for optimal butter melting (and when that butter doesn't melt fast enough); we will have blown a small packet of money on ... something ?; several inside headaches (the headache you get after spending too much time inside) will have been had; I will have lost a day of work; and time will have been spen

the bunny is hollow at the bottom

I was about to write something about it being a long week when I realized it was only Thursday. Tomorrow being Good Friday. Blink twice for the weekend, then Oona's home for Monday (Easter Monday?) as well. I've gone off on Easter before so I won't bother. Needless to say that a four-day weekend so quick on the heels of March Break feels a bit bloody, even gratuitous. And it was a tough week. Too much design work lately, which means not doing any actual design at all, which means too much sitting in front of a computer, which means playing detective work with other people's problems. We do these things for money, yes. Listened to a BBC podcast which asked, does money make people mean? The answer, of course, is yes –– with notable exceptions (otherwise the word philanthropy wouldn't exist). The BBC could have stayed home on this one.  But at least they're asking the question.  And while it's not a problem that I'll ever need