It isn’t 6pm on a Saturday night in London. I’m in bed already and honestly I’m fine with this decision. Both the cats jumped up with me partly because it’s unusual and partly because they know it is likely the electric blanket is gonna go on and they will get some stroking.
On arrival home I was presented with sweetcorn and courgette fritters and dahl. Brian has got a Planthood. Very good tasty easy healthy food. I only get one full day off this week so I’m trying to use this evening like a whole day of relaxation. I ate the lot, drank a mango lassi and decided to go to bed.
I could go next door and watch a movie with Brian and be sociable. That would involve getting out of bed. I don’t think I will. He’s watching Star Wars. It might distract me …
I’ve been sad today. A suicide in my block over the Christmas period that I’ve only just become aware of. It’s hard not to wonder if it could have been shifted. It’s always a huge shock when someone does that even if you’ve only met them in a corridor from time to time. Still went to rehearsal and worked on this mighty play about love and the seasons and the passage of time and the circle of life.
This is a hard season, even if the light is coming back incrementally. We are past the artificial joy of Christmas but it is a long old slog to February and let’s be honest, no matter how hard I try to style out February as the beginning of Spring, it’s usually something of a shitshow.
So I’m gonna solve the rest of the day with a book, cat cuddles and an electric blanket.
AlBarclay 