I should’ve brought my book with me. I arrived to pick up two keyboards at 11am and didn’t actually get them into my car until just after 3pm.
I went and had a coffee in The Railway Tavern next to West Hampstead, and then spent much of the early afternoon enjoying the late summer heat up in north London. Picking up so late I figured I’d wait until after six to drop off as then I could avoid paying Congestion Charge, so the whole deal took most of the day. Eventually I pulled up in a motorcycle bay opposite The Arts and had Maddy and Brian on hand to sling everything into the theatre. Home at half six and feeling the worse for wear. Not that I’ve had a busy day, I’m just tired at the moment. I think I’ll have to do that thing where I go through my diet. This isn’t getting any better and I don’t want to shuffle off from neglect at 50. I’ve had this programmed in by my health nut dad. “So long as you start really caring about your health at 50 you can live your life until then.” I’ve hit the magic number.
It’s hot in the flat tonight. Boo is hunting flies. Last night I dreamt she learnt how to clone herself so she was probably running all over me. It is the Lions Gate. 8/8 and the moon is high behind my head as I write. A good time to be making pledges to myself about a healthier existence going forward. I don’t HAVE to eat so badly. I just do.
Let’s have some good work coming up. Let’s get healthy and fit and make some money too, eh? Two little auditions came in today, both due by Tuesday. I see no reason why I can’t get both of them. And tomorrow I’m off to connect with my Alma Mater and throw around a spot of Shakespeare. Despite recent setbacks I’m gathering again. There’s still fight left in the old dog, I’m gearing up for another round.
This moon is big and bright tonight, right behind my head. It’s making me feel weird. Brian got an early bed and is convinced he’s got something contagious. I feel heavy and slow and I’m coughing again, but I’m convinced I’ve got advancing decrepitude. One of us might be right. Early bed will help, especially as it is hot and the cats are active in the moonlight. I can’t imagine myself sleeping like a log but I’ll try.
AlBarclay 