Early night...

Wow. I feel drained, absolutely whacked. As I start typing, it is not quite 11pm on Saturday evening and I am showered and ready for bed. Salad again, tonight - well a salad sandwich... I would say I'm not getting enough carbs to keep my energy levels up, but that would be to ignore the cheese on toast at lunch time and the Häagen Dazs praline and cream ice cream (plus a mouthful or two of ellefurtle's strawberry cheesecake ice cream) I scoffed after the salad sandwich...

Had the joint money, energy and time levels been better, we would now have been in Birmingham for the Saturday night section of pax_draconis's birthday celebrations, but it was not to be. I hope it went (goes) well, but not this year. At this precise moment I can feel each and every second of my 47 years and I may be channeling someone else's age, too. I have done a great deal of additional sleeping this past week and still I'm tired. Around 8pm every night it just feels as though someone has hit me with a truck and all my energy drains away.

Ironically, my mood continues to canter along at luxuriously high levels, it's merely the bone and sinew that's giving me grief, and that's more of the quietly rusting variety than anything painful or direct. I think maybe I need the holiday I can't afford. Still, life isn't bad over all.

I'm going to bed now. Update tomorrow, I think, when I am properly awake and my eyes aren't smarting.

Early night...

Wow. I feel drained, absolutely whacked. As I start typing, it is not quite 11pm on Saturday evening and I am showered and ready for bed. Salad again, tonight - well a salad sandwich... I would say I'm not getting enough carbs to keep my energy levels up, but that would be to ignore the cheese on toast at lunch time and the Häagen Dazs praline and cream ice cream (plus a mouthful or two of ellefurtle's strawberry cheesecake ice cream) I scoffed after the salad sandwich...

Had the joint money, energy and time levels been better, we would now have been in Birmingham for the Saturday night section of pax_draconis's birthday celebrations, but it was not to be. I hope it went (goes) well, but not this year. At this precise moment I can feel each and every second of my 47 years and I may be channeling someone else's age, too. I have done a great deal of additional sleeping this past week and still I'm tired. Around 8pm every night it just feels as though someone has hit me with a truck and all my energy drains away.

Ironically, my mood continues to canter along at luxuriously high levels, it's merely the bone and sinew that's giving me grief, and that's more of the quietly rusting variety than anything painful or direct. I think maybe I need the holiday I can't afford. Still, life isn't bad over all.

I'm going to bed now. Update tomorrow, I think, when I am properly awake and my eyes aren't smarting.