Very happy to have stayed at home all day.

An old and very dear friend is in town. She lives mostly in San Francisco these days. We had arranged to meet today, but ages ago, before I knew how knackered I would be. At about noon I switched on my electric blanket and fell into sweet crazy dreamstate restish.

No rehearsal today thank the good lord. I was up at early because two little girls don’t wait and I’m not interested in being ‘mummy why can’t we go into the living room?” I had tried to get out late last night. I had a £67 uber cued up and ready. I’m glad I didn’t take it. Would have had to come back this morning anyway for my car.

Z gave me a Christmas tree decoration. B gave me wisdom. I hadn’t realised that Uncle W was no more. Sorry sorry sorry to go all Jane Austin with names. I have to reassure people they usually aren’t gonna get put here unless I am totally sure it’s okay or they are a total cunt.

I’m sad about the death, I loved that particular uncle in theory. He was my best mate’s uncle, and he was the person in her life that gave her space to actually see chaospeople like me. I have a lot to thank him for, he brought mischief to her ordered upbringing. “It’s because he smoked, but not just as an old man he smoked as a young man too,” I was told with great wisdom by an eight year old. “Then he was on a beach and he had a stroke and that was bad.” From a (six?) year old? The two girls are coming together and interpreting the world together. I’m sad about uncle W. But I’m happy the way he has rippled down to the kids even if right now it is just a cautionary tale.

I drove home, crashed hard for an hour, then plastered myself together in time to see my San Fran friend. She hasn’t changed. Barely at all. Carries the years well too – she’s olive like I am. We had a big tasty meal with Brian. Now I’m in bed. It isn’t nine yet. I’m making a habit of this, going to bed early. I like to be at work early, I just love the room I’m in. Happy creative times with happy creative people.