I’ve ended up feeling smashed out again. Time to get fit. Summer is coming. Am I beach body ready? No. I feel slow. And now I’ve got a date in the diary in late summer by which time I need to be back up to my best state of health. I’m gonna need to be fighting fit, ready to rumble.
I’m still slightly dizzy about all the yesterday things, vague though I’m being about it. I haven’t booked any accommodation in Japan, nor have I thought practically about anything related to my half arsed trip there. That’s for future Al. But time only seems to move in one direction at the moment so I’m gonna have to make some plans soon or I’ll end up sleeping with the rats.
Darkness is still upon the world. I’m gonna try not to let it affect my mood. At least, for one more night, I have the company of this unusual and talkative cat.
He will be heading home tomorrow morning. This morning he was disgusted with how his food had been prepared, and he came and batted me with his claws over the course of a few hours and with the persistence of a five year old child, until I worked out he wanted me to smash it with a fork and only then would I be allowed to sleep again.
But it is early evening and I’m done with the day already. All I want is a warm bed and mad dreams. I’m working towards it. Tom is on the sofa so we had curry. Boy will probably object to his food situation in the small hours, but I’m hoping I’ll get past 5 this time without a paw in my mouth. Bath. Maybe a spot of reading. Sleeeeep.
AlBarclay 