Right now, I could use a holiday. "You've just had one!" I hear you say, but no, I mean a holiday. As in sun, sea, sand et cetera. And as unquestioned girl, too.
It always hits me at this time of year, a lethargy. Interestingly something raised by my GIC blood test may provide an answer, I don't get enough light on my skin to break down some of the light-sensitive chemicals my liver sees fit to provide an excess of in my blood. I should try to catch a few more rays, but with a date with the laser on the horizon I'm doing my best to avoid the sun.
So I'm sitting here, knackered. As is so often the case, some other blog pieces depress me a little. I've written a couple over the last week but not published them, they sound too petulant. Still, writing in any form is cathartic.
Last Friday was spent walking in the Chilterns with these two, great to find two others smitten with a love of Ordnance Survey maps. Surprisingly, afternoon tea in the rain on a soggy canal bank can be rather fun. And New Years Eve was spent drinking rosé from a box with my wife and our friend R. So it's not been doom and gloom here, more a lack of get-up-and-go.
I received a letter from the specialist I saw at my last GIC appointment. Summarising our discussion, no surprises. I should have news of my counselling dates before too long. Having something happening at last has been of benefit to me, I find I'm sleeping without medication for the first time in a couple of years.
So my apologies if you've not heard from me much, I've been a lax emailer or blog commenter. Call it hibernation, and hope I found my buried cache of hazelnuts or something!