dog 30 January 2010
I spent yesterday dealing with the Black Dog that’s lurking now and always does at the end of a big and cherished job and so, last night, when it was clearly time to conk out I didn’t check in with youse here on the site in case it woke me up again and gave the dread creature a chance to pounce.
I didn’t go to the series Wrap party because I just knew I’d get all woedy (as my pal Helene calls it) and also that I’d get too drunk and wake up with a mother of all hangovers and therefore even more jittery and down than was good for me. SO, I got myself from Manc to Dublin by midday, hopped up on the treadmill, then lashed into the rowing machine and a few weights and thereby triggered a few endorphins. I thought it best to keep on the move so I arranged for Himself to meet me in a nice wine bar for dinner with some nice tipples for me (he is a sensible type who’s on the dry for January and is now threatening the same for February) and a bottle to bring home (always good to know there’s an emergency supply handy JUST IN CASE). It passed the day and I slept well and I am sort of repeating this winning system today only in stead of travelling I will slot in some writing…I’ll let ye know how it goes…
Oh, and if anyone has any hints on how to deal with this sort of thing please do let me know…
