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Not much art going on around here. I looked at a couple art supply catalogs this weekend, does that count? Minuscule bit of writing. Found some good Spanish poetry online (Lorca and Machado) but if I want more of this must now venture to some kind of bookstore which considering the state of my shelves should still not be allowed.

Reading, well instead of the big pile of library books I've been re-reading Marion Woodman's Addiction to Perfection. She has done loads of work on women's bodywork, self image and eating issues, and every time I read this book it's a whole new thing. Instead of quoting swathes of it at you here is http://www.mwoodman.org/mw_interviews.html She is supposed to be at the Festival of Interstitial Arts this summer (no that's not what they're calling it but my brain is not working), which sounds like loads of fun, at least for the kind of people like me who think WisCon or Readercon are loads of fun. http://www.mythicjourneys.org/index.php I had a good talk over coffee with JZ this weekend, about how most women have these issues, the small women at least as much as the big ones, which explains in part why I am feeling like a whiplash case between the friends who are successfully losing weight and those like me who are not. Attending to the body is good. Have succeeded in feeding myself well for several days now.

Highly recommend the movie The Station Agent which we saw in the cheap theater this weekend.

Walking, yes. Wore myself out shopping for a couple hours yesterday, looking for new jacket. Two hours is not power shopping. Came home, took drugs, lay down for an hour, threw dinner in the oven, lay down again. Maybe it's a fine thing that I feel so lousy since I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, with the endocrinologist. Mr S has our tag-team plan of attack all worked out. Then to the gym for a workout. But I'm tired already. Not weak, mind you, just bone-tired.