I rummaged today.
Reached up into my shelves and pulled things down, inspected, put them back.
One thing stayed with me.
I ought to have photographed it first, but didn't - which makes it all the more mysterious, in a sense.
I have a rather large collection of vintage book covers, from over several years. I decided that I'm being somewhat greedy hoarding them all so might begin on making some journals out of them. One of them got a good swipe of Stanley today. The sharp blade cut off a name that was hand tooled onto the cover, that I have saved for something else.
The enormously thick leather was wonderful to work with. I gave it a good going over with my protective delicious polish which deepened its colour and turned me into Homer Simpson in a donut shoppe.
There are 432 pages (counting both sides) of richly tea stained 100% recycled pages for hundreds of thoughts, observations, overheard conversations, love-sick poems and strange dreams.
After all that I had a very yummy green smoothie made with frozen banana and a big helping of organic spinach freshly picked from the garden.
I'm turning into a green monster. Maybe I already was a monster. Now I'm just green.