A bigger Ozora post will probably come when I’m in a better place to write it. For now, just know that it was great. I did the whole week without any stimulants of any kind (except sugar) too – a feat I’m very proud of.
Coming back wasn’t so good. The journey home from Stanstead was a bitch – Underground closures resulted in diverts, and it took nearly 4 hours from landing to walk through the front door. Somewhere on route I picked up a head-cold from hell; I feel like shit.
Shortly after arriving home, a conversation occurred which, despite being expected, knocked the wind out of me, and sadly changes a few things which were to occur in the near future.
After a dreadful night’s sleep, and a day of rest, I saw the doctor last night and he prescribed Zopiclone (what a cool name for a drug!) so I can switch off from everything and get some productive sleep. I slept for 10 hours – 8 hours unbroken, followed by another 2. Today I feel much better from the sleep alone, but the cold’s still making my head throb and my voice husky.
Usual form should re-establish within the next few days as I recover from the cold, stoke my mo-jo and establish new plans for the coming months.
Watch this space and send kisses, dancing girls, or both.