A year and one day

Tempus fugit

367 days - 2012 was a leap year - since I wished Mr Charles Dickens a happy bicentenary and looked forward to celebrating the whole year reading him. Time really, really flies, Mr Dickens celebrated yesterday his 201st birthday and I am far, very far from accomplishing what I intended to do 367 days ago. As usual, time is always more elastic in my mind than it actually is and I tend to think that I can do all sorts of things in 24 hours. What was I thinking, I wonder? Was it too much to devote just half an hour a day to Dickens? Well, it turned out to be impossible some days and I was left with this sense of guilt for letting him down. What started as a celebration was dangerously becoming an obligation, so I decided to take it easy.
Still, I am deep into Bleak House, even if I cannot open its pages every day. I am sure it will accompany me into the spring, when I will have the opportunity of relishing that implacable November weather that I adore (possibly because here in Granada, is not so implacable).
Happy 201st birthday (and one day) Mr Dickens!!!