"Quantity of the Oblivion"

Now he wanted the most comfortable bed that could be had, and a woman, preferably one without a mustache, and finally a quantity of the oblivion, the escape from self, that can never be found in a woman’s arms but only in good strong drink.

- Rushdie, Enchantress of Florence

Sweet words, most excellently written, and true. A long weekend of recovering, but now a few days into the last full week of the 2010 working year and the tasks have almost been completed as ever. Still need to finalize the marking, but so that always goes. This weekend perhaps? Or something to while away the time over the break. What matter?

Seems sometimes like the next seeking out of oblivion is a long time into the future until it comes. We shall see. Just get through this week and mark the hours and defeat boredom in its glory, and then let the organizing of the office, room, possessions, and the mind all begin to sort themselves out as you continue anew down that long road to freedom.

The days and nights do grow shorter, and thanks be for that.