Saturday Morning in the Book Shop

The day began with the clock radio bursting into life, and filling the room with utter dross. I squinted my eyes open and watched the seconds and minutes pass on the bedside clock, wondering how long I might lay there before somebody might consider there was something wrong with me. Minutes? Hours? I'm guessing we'll never find out, because the curious instinct to "not waste the weekend" kicked in, and carried me downstairs for a shower.

Medication, Banned Books, and Conspiracy Theories

Today I am "working" from home. In reality, I called the client this morning and informed them that the likelihood of me getting much done today was pretty slim. I'm looking after Miss 17 - after two weeks fighting tonsillitis, going through one round of antibiotics, and still being sick, I've turned my focus almost completely on her. She's taking tablets every two hours now, and I'm forcing her to keep drinking, and eating anything I can get her to - despite her less than enthusiastic responses to my constant reminders and encouragement.

Tired

I didn't get up until nearly 10am this morning. This is unheard of, but not altogether unexpected after not falling asleep until 3am. Of course now my body is getting it's own back on me - throwing headaches at me like a baseball pitcher, shouting "let's see how you deal with THIS, asshole".

Home

I'm at home today. I've been suffering with balance problems all week, and they seem to be linked with tiredness. I admitted defeat this morning, and decided to stay at home - probably the first day off sick all year. I foresee a day spent washing clothes, and reading books - and maybe posting to the blog.

In Limbo

I commented recently that I had fallen off the blogging horse. The months of daily posts came to a crashing end, replaced with television, books, video games - anything but writing. If this "not writing" thing is a hole in the ground, it still feels like I'm in it. I'm not so much struggling to …

I’m Still Here

Yes, I know I haven't posted anything for several days. Since returning from Germany, everything has been ever so slightly mad. I got home late on Friday afternoon, threw my clothes in the washing machine, and then sat down with the children to watch a movie and down most of a bottle of wine - …

What’s in my Bags?

Here we are again - packing bags ahead of an early morning taxi ride to the airport. It's all becoming a bit routine. I thought it might be interesting (to me at least) to go through the contents of my clothes bag, and backpack. I suppose it's worth noting that I'm travelling out on Monday, …