I’m home. I’m thrilled about this. I’m knackered and my voice has been suffering because of all the coughing. I’m feeling much more ragged than I normally would after just a few pleasant walks with strangers.
It was a quiet crowd tonight for Sunday. Sober and polite. Lovely to run but I was pretty much done before I started. By the time we were at the final pub I didn’t even want anyone to buy me a drink. Chris and I jumped on the same Dott and went tandem back across the heath to pick up Bergie. Then I loaded up bags and went home. Back to the creature comforts and to a place where I don’t need to speak to anyone. For a few days. I can just stop awhile. Well, for Monday. Probably got a root canal happening on Tuesday but let’s see what comes of that. Monday lies stretched out before me, official actor’s day off. Might even be decent weather, if I feel well enough to get out in it. The evening sun was a glory today, so with luck it’ll hold.
Normally when I leave the performance bubble I like to check in with the world, but good hell it just keeps getting more and more upsetting in terms of the everybody killing everybody else stakes. I dread switching on the radio for more horrors in Ukraine, in Gaza, everywhere. I’m just gonna stay warm, read my fiction, and stroke the cat. Might try and see my friend who the cat belongs to and see if she’s any better tomorrow, although part of me just doesn’t want to move a muscle all day. I can finally kick the rest of this lurgy.
I’m done. The bath is almost run. Rest and recuperation. Bring it. zzz
AlBarclay 