The blogs have been relatively few and far between recently, but as another week draws to a close, now is the time for a new post.
It’s been a bit of an up and down week. The lighter mornings are a blessing, but I tend to wake with the dawn and I’ve been getting up, ready and driving the fifty miles to work before the clock’s reached half past six. The knock-on effect is that I’m usually shattered by nine in the evening and there are some days when Elaine’s barely home from a late shift by then and I feel pretty bad that some nights I’m just no company at all.
I occasionally manage a quick nap which can then extend my evening as late as the ten o’clock news, but if I sleep during the day (for however long), I tend to jump awake, in the style of a mild panic attack and last Sunday, I genuinely had no idea where I was for a split second (I was in the conservatory, if you were interested) and felt weird for the rest of the afternoon.
I still have incredibly vivid dreams during the night and their effect is somehow draining, almost as if I’ve physically experienced what my mind has imagined and it can take a good couple of hours before I feel properly awake (although the process can be hastened by some serious chocolate intake!).
Having two “fast” days during the week isn’t helping, nor is the fact that I haven’t added to the five pounds lost so far and on Wednesday, I was tired, hungry and in a real fettle with myself. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t get tetchy very often (honestly I don’t), but if I’m at work I tend just to go quiet and this must be such a contrast to my usual jovial self (!) that the offer of a hot chocolate and a chat is happily never far away.
Thankfully by home time, I felt much better and with Elaine finishing relatively early too, we had a nice relaxing evening together. Today’s been fine, but tomorrow is my second fast day and it’ll just be my luck to stay awake long past ten o’clock safe in the knowledge that the chocolate muffin will just have to wait...
All my own work... almost.