What weather, I could almost turn the heating on. Instead, after an increasingly frenetic morning, then a brief outing to Muesli Hill, finally dozed on the sofa, under a blanket, under the cat (acting as paperweight) - haven't done that since April. Thanks to SB for helping me slow down this afternoon, with memories of youth clubs of our childhood, and a research mission to the new Planet Organic where, strangely, I spent less than I did at Ryman's on post-it notes in the hope that I'll diligently follow the instructions from my brother-in-law's post-it origami book and just rest up a bit. But I'm far better at investing in the equipment for leisure than actually taking the leisure for now.
Woken from an early morning doze in the bath by MP phoning ~ a very welcome alarm call: if I don't get that shower sorted, I'll spend half a lifetime laid out ~ it's only cold water and an entirely dry face and shoulders that remind me I've overdone it.
Haven't turned the tv on since coming back from the US - the very idea of it is bizarre right now, preventing my head from doing the needful, it would only hurt more; attempted to buy a paper again today - again it stayed folded, unread, but at least it got scribbled on.
Dearest ipod: welcome back, Lou Reed. Transformer always reminds me of Amsterdam with K. A whole week in one cafe. Gosh, can't think why.. How old were we? We knew it was the end of an era even as it was happening.
It hurts. Ibuprofen has as much staying power as the thinnest rice paper. Wasn't I meant to be keeping a pain diary? That'll be a bundle of laughs. Perhaps I should ask beloved brother-in-law to design me a spreadsheet. He's good at spreadsheets.
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