Little Boo is lying contentedly next to me. She made the floor wet last night smashing stuff and that tends to make her spray all over the place so I’ve been drying myself in a room that whiffs of cat wee. I’ll sleep in Brian’s room tonight.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night but got really active. I had a cup of tea, sent some messages, and watched Max my brother on breakfast TV with the best showing I’ve seen of him so far. He usually gets distracted into the esoteric or forgets to breathe. He managed to hold the line. Back when we were teenagers we had the Durrell brothers and the Attenborough brothers as role models. “One of us will be a wonderful naturalist, one will be an outspoken media type.”
He’s a wonderful naturalist and he’s been speaking out about biodiversity for decades. Having grown up with him every day as a child and looked at the natural world and understood it through his remarkable scope, I think that’s why I’m immune to all these pernicious little anti-science narratives. They are universally borne out of ignorance. Max is a scientist doing scientific science and I love his face.
I’m already in my pajamas. It got dark early today. I cooked a pasta that was one of my favourites when I was a student. Comfort food now. It’s a sausage tomato spinach curry pasta type horror and I batch cook enough for at least three days. Money is getting tight. I haven’t worked for too long. Glad something is starting.
I’m scrubbed and sleepy, and hopefully will have more normal patterns tonight. I’ve got something in my throat, don’t want to say I’m sick but coughing is a part of it. It’ll pass. I’m not feeling too heavy. Pissed off with little Boo for making my bedroom into hostile territory again, but it’s ok cos Brian is on the other side of the world.
When I woke up last night I ended up feeding the sourdough starter. Did it again this afternoon. Tomorrow I’ll make bread. That’s a lovely meditation, creating life, then eating it with honey.
No reason not to go to bed. I sent pretty much all of my tax stuff for this year. Last year is still a car crash.
AlBarclay 