heavy 13 September 2010
I had one of those amorphously anxious weekends – a mixture of things and yet no one thing that could be pinpointed as the cause of the indistinct (though quite real) worry. When I’m physically ill my body shuts down and I sleep and yesterday my head decided to do the same, so I spent my time wandering from bed to kettle and back and sleeping. Didn’t have too much to report as a result. Today, giddy and back – all is well, and I got lots of SLEEP (my favourite). So what’s to complain about, eh? Not a lot, mes amis.
