Can't remember the last time I went to bed feeling so 'normal', without a safety net of projects to keep me going through the small hours. I slept right through. Bliss. Today it's sunny enough to hang laundry outside, and I'm sane enough to remember to do laundry (& oddly comforted by the prospect of ironing).
Thank you, JB, for going to the great trouble of reading this whole blog through, & helping me work out that there is a direct correlation between mood and volume of posts: 1 edited post = relatively calm; 7 rapid fire posts = off at the deep end; 3 = middling. So, it doesn't really matter which way you vote, this blog is going to get what it's given.
A gave me top music tips based on 'If you like Cake playing "Ruby, don't take your love to town.." ', except, if I'm honest, I only chose that track because I was too embarrassed to have the Kenny Rogers version on my list.
(8pm) Have had a very special day with MP, "An Abba sandwich", as KW described it. We talked about everything ghastly under the sun, then saw Mamma Mia, then carried on discussing death, cancer, insurance, genetic testing, crochet and other critical issues. Her medical team are angling for her to go down the genetic testing route (fortunately she can do this independently of me, because I really don't want to know).
And thank you, NW, if you're reading this; it must be years and years, you have the memory of an elephant, and how serendipitous for me that you do.
I ache in too many places & Ibuprofen refuses to fix it. But, such a feelgood day yesterday & film today, these things count for a great deal. Rasam & rice for dinner. Time to go. xx
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