There’s a lot of space here, energetically, by the sea. Things can be sent out. There’s light and big sky. I grew up with this. I know and love it.
My obligation here is mostly to Tessy. If she has her regularity and company then all I have to do is not drink in the flat and not set fire to everything by mistake.
The issue is really around Tessy’s regularity. Last night I went to Plateau and had a few glasses of their orange wine. I sat outside with the falling sun. At this time of year it is perfect and if you sit there at sunset you’ll know how I ended up ordering two glasses. But it meant I got home a little squiffy. She has a routine with me, it seems.
At 3am she likes to come in and use my head as a jumping off point to get on top of the clothes rails. Then at 4.30am she likes to come and sit by my face. She will gently rub her hairy bum in my face until I roll over, and then she will poke me in the back with a paw. She wants snacks. I’m not gonna give them so early. But you can’t train a cat and we are into the lightest part of the year, which will be her motivator.
It’s a good thing I adore cats, and think of them as psychopomps. I’m happy she is comfortable to push me around, it means there probably isn’t anything very wrong with me at the moment. Even if my throat is fucking killing me. I think I rolled onto my back and snored all night last night until Tessy woke me at 3. I had an early bed so that’s hours of dry snoring. My throat feels angry, generally. I remember dad had a humidifier by his bed in Switzerland. Altitude and heating, those rooms in St Moritz were dry. And Jesus he could snore. Hopefully it is just snoring. I bought some lemsip just in case.
I’m trying to learn lines at the mo. It’s hard, Shakespeare prose. A new crowd and I want to be easy with it.
It’s not ten yet, but I think I’m just gonna turn in and lie myself in the complicated position I assume when I don’t want to snore. My throat needs a break. It feels bad. And I’ll have to do lots of talking for money over the next month or two. Vocal rest. With this ridiculous floof. I’ve been grooming her this evening as ever. She likes me to really get stuck in with a brush. This sort of floof needs maintenance.
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