Reduced my hours ensconced
in the duvet lair to the usual twelve (last PM – this AM) but, as is far too
common, I didn’t feel much refreshed as I emerged into the mid-morning grey.
Muzzy head, sore throat and lower limbs feeling rubbery leaden, I didn’t even
contemplate venturing as far as Open
Church
Once I’d decided on the
bakery goal, I popped a fully stamped up Café Culture loyalty card in my pocket,
to claim a free drink on my way back to the house; such was my clarity of
thought and intention that I walked straight past the Café on both outward and
return journeys, forgetting to claim myself a treat!
The hours hung most
heavily by mid-afternoon as I drifted into a somewhat discomforting
intermittent nap; an hour spent in this condition felt like an eternity of
awakened drudgery. At this point my old familiar pains in upper limbs, from
armpit to wrist, kicked in once again but were alleviated reasonably quickly
with 100mg of tramadol.
Overall though, I can’t
complain as I’ve frequently had much worse days than this and, I remain
grateful that I’m only a moderate
sufferer.
