There’s something about Mondays.
After the weekend with everyone about, the house is empty. Of course, it shouldn’t be an issue as I’m here to work, but that doesn’t stop me hearing the silence. Even outside, the houses visible from my office window are quiet and still.
My work is patchy at this time of the year, and having put in a couple of hours graft at the keyboard this morning, I’ve now got a break until midday.
To break the calm, I’ll turn the radio up and spend a few moments catching up with my virtual friends in blog land, to see what everyone allotmenty, beery, or just plain wacky (yes, that’s you Julia Gulia), have been up to.
I’ve also got some coffee to stimulate me. It would usually be decaf during the week, but I’ve pushed the boat out and gone for the fresh-ground caffeine this morning. My body needs it. It was a late night.
Still, it’s a new dawn, a new day, a new life... I just haven’t got to the feelin’ good bit yet.
Oh, and I’ve decided. I’m off the sauce for the rest of the week. I’m going into hospital a week on Tuesday - just a routine procedure, but I understand they’re going to use a general aesthetic. I thought it might be prudent to back off the booze, so my body’s in top shape for the recovery. I’m using the phrase 'top-shape' in its loosest sense, of course.
The downside to all of this, is that I’ll have nothing to soften the edges of reality for the next seven days or so. No medication and no alcohol -
Mother, if you’re reading this, I know you will feel my pain.