So I’ve fallen ill just in time for Easter. What the hell? Four days off and I’m too sick to do anything. It’s Easter Sunday and I’ve spent the whole weekend either sleeping or being a zombie on the sofa reading the Edgar Allen Poe book my dear friend lent me. I had so much planned with the home this weekend. I have today and tomorrow to tackle it and I still feel like crap even if I’m not as bad as yesterday. I could continue being a zombie but I’m so annoyed with having not done anything all weekend, I’m going to force myself to at least do some of it. Just catching up with the basic housework will take a while.
Another symptom (pun intended) of this is that the food cupboards are quite bare. I’m still too dizzy to safely ride my bike so I took a walk to Lidl, not thinking for a moment that it might be closed for Easter Sunday. It was. Already exhausted from that walk, and given we need groceries, I walked still further to the local Tesco. Closed. Oh cmon give me a break! Costa is open, so that’s where I find myself, surprise surprise. I’m so frustrated right now. It took so much effort to even leave the house and I end up walking for around 4-5 miles.
Anyway, other than the above, most areas of my life are really good at the moment. Work is going really well, I’m going to a Machine Head gig in Glasgow with the headcase fam in June and my dear friend and I have been enjoying the music vibe even more this week. I’m so glad we work together. We’d hardly ever see each other otherwise. I’d miss her terribly.
After so long being alone and lonely, it’s wonderful to finally connect with someone on a deep, soul level. Just to feel understood on that level means so much to me. The grief, the depression, the music, the poetry, the sunsets and all the things in common we have still yet to discover. I have no doubt there is much more to come too.
Well, my coffee is nearly cold again and I have lots to do. No doubt I’ll take a few days to come back to this yet again…
Indeed I did. This is another post I left hanging two weeks ago.
The Life and Times of Lord Crookedhorn. 