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Hmm...

Up early today, followed by a relapse into bed and getting up rather later than anticipated. The cold seems largely to have gone, but in pulling out the troops, has left a number of bronchial booby traps that are worse when I am lying down than while I am up and about. The upshot is that last night I managed several periods of good sleep, so I am not overly tired, but the key phrase is several periods, as I woke up at least once an hour to have a healthy and enervating hack which has left my stomach muscles quite sore.

Still, the entire series of coughs must have been the equivalent of a fair number of pull-ups and will therefore stand me in good stead on the muscle tone front. Not that you can see it behind the flab tone, (less the six-pack, more the party seven, these days)of course, but hey, every little helps. (Ooo. Tesco¹ moment, there).

Since the subject cropped up yesterday, as an observation from ellefurtle, I am now wondering if I have a ritual for putting on my shoes. It was observed that many people do. I have no idea, I just put them on. Or do I?

At the time, see, I'd put my left boot on first and the question arose as to whether I always put the left one on first. I have no idea. It did occur to me to take them back off and wander about a bit before putting them back on, but of course, I'd be thinking about it then and that would influence the outcome. So now I have to devise a way of not remembering to think about it, but at the same time not forgetting to record the order directly afterwards to see if there is any pattern. I have to think about it without thinking about it.

These paradoxes task me.



¹Inadvertent cultural reference proving that even this old cynic is not immune to advertising jingles.

(no subject)

Hmm...

Up early today, followed by a relapse into bed and getting up rather later than anticipated. The cold seems largely to have gone, but in pulling out the troops, has left a number of bronchial booby traps that are worse when I am lying down than while I am up and about. The upshot is that last night I managed several periods of good sleep, so I am not overly tired, but the key phrase is several periods, as I woke up at least once an hour to have a healthy and enervating hack which has left my stomach muscles quite sore.

Still, the entire series of coughs must have been the equivalent of a fair number of pull-ups and will therefore stand me in good stead on the muscle tone front. Not that you can see it behind the flab tone, (less the six-pack, more the party seven, these days)of course, but hey, every little helps. (Ooo. Tesco¹ moment, there).

Since the subject cropped up yesterday, as an observation from ellefurtle, I am now wondering if I have a ritual for putting on my shoes. It was observed that many people do. I have no idea, I just put them on. Or do I?

At the time, see, I'd put my left boot on first and the question arose as to whether I always put the left one on first. I have no idea. It did occur to me to take them back off and wander about a bit before putting them back on, but of course, I'd be thinking about it then and that would influence the outcome. So now I have to devise a way of not remembering to think about it, but at the same time not forgetting to record the order directly afterwards to see if there is any pattern. I have to think about it without thinking about it.

These paradoxes task me.



¹Inadvertent cultural reference proving that even this old cynic is not immune to advertising jingles.

Sunday afternoon

I seem to be at a bit of a loose end.

I am sticking to my resolution not to write anything of consequence (other than this, your favourite journal, of course)for at least another week, now the Beast is dead, and I find myself curiously unable to motivate myself to do much else.

I have been out and consumed the traditional Sunday lunch at the local greasy spoon, done some shopping for necessary vittles, and read far too much about lesbians (if such is possible) in colonel_maxim's News of the World. I find myself both fatigued and suffering mild ennui. No wait, I think it might be gas...

The fag end of this inherited Goth¹ cold is disrupting my sleep patterns with constant night time coughing - although a very purple-tasting purple Strepsil seems to have suppressed it for the moment so I think that I shall just listen to a CD whilst lounging on the bed. I have just rediscovered a Porcupine Tree CD that I bought a mere six or so weeks ago, still in its wrapper. I shall listen to that.

Thinking back, I believe I may have bought it the day before a certain person arrived on the scene, and subsequent events have driven it from my mind. Since I now have at least a fortnight before I see my Girl again, while she writes informative and learned things about neolithic soil samples, I shall begin the process of rediscovering how to fill hour upon hour of free time by acquainting myself with new prog music.

It's raining heavily at the moment and there is a cold wind blowing.

I hate this global warming and the drought conditions it is imposing on us.

¹Tracking back through those from whom I most likely contracted said virus leads me to point my finger and utter J'accuse at Eddie's Night Club of Birmingham, which I believe does gothy things. Never been there myself, having been a fogey since age 12, and living in London to boot.

Sunday afternoon

I seem to be at a bit of a loose end.

I am sticking to my resolution not to write anything of consequence (other than this, your favourite journal, of course)for at least another week, now the Beast is dead, and I find myself curiously unable to motivate myself to do much else.

I have been out and consumed the traditional Sunday lunch at the local greasy spoon, done some shopping for necessary vittles, and read far too much about lesbians (if such is possible) in colonel_maxim's News of the World. I find myself both fatigued and suffering mild ennui. No wait, I think it might be gas...

The fag end of this inherited Goth¹ cold is disrupting my sleep patterns with constant night time coughing - although a very purple-tasting purple Strepsil seems to have suppressed it for the moment so I think that I shall just listen to a CD whilst lounging on the bed. I have just rediscovered a Porcupine Tree CD that I bought a mere six or so weeks ago, still in its wrapper. I shall listen to that.

Thinking back, I believe I may have bought it the day before a certain person arrived on the scene, and subsequent events have driven it from my mind. Since I now have at least a fortnight before I see my Girl again, while she writes informative and learned things about neolithic soil samples, I shall begin the process of rediscovering how to fill hour upon hour of free time by acquainting myself with new prog music.

It's raining heavily at the moment and there is a cold wind blowing.

I hate this global warming and the drought conditions it is imposing on us.

¹Tracking back through those from whom I most likely contracted said virus leads me to point my finger and utter J'accuse at Eddie's Night Club of Birmingham, which I believe does gothy things. Never been there myself, having been a fogey since age 12, and living in London to boot.