I’m a bit tired. Please excuse me if I make less sense than usual. Possibly, even less sense than usual.
This driving lark takes it out of you, dun’t it? I’ve driven about 125 miles in the last day and a half, not having driven at all for two months, and I was quite whacked by the time I arrived home this afternoon. I drank Lady Grey (tea, darlings, tea) and ate carrot cake, but was still glad to move on to wine an hour or so later. It didn’t help that I forgot to put in my contact lens this morning, which didn’t matter for driving as I had prescription sunglasses in the car, but the meeting was a bit hazy. In some ways, being without a lens might have been a Good Thing, as I had really nasty floaters in my eyes yesterday, don’t know what that was about, but it seems to have improved a lot now. I know one gets used to them and stops seeing them, but they were intrusive enough that, if they didn’t clear up, would prompt a visit to the doctor next week to find if there might be a cause I’d rather not know about. I hope the matter will just go away though, and become an unexplained shrugful.
I really am tired. It’s hardly 8 o’clock and I really rather want to go to bed. I won’t, because I’d be wide awake by midnight and get no more sleep overall. My left knee twinged by the time I got home – I suppose driving with a clutch puts more strain on the left leg than using the brake and accelerator does on the right, which feels fine.
I’ve duly been elected secretary of the east angularian Nadfas committee, though won’t take it up until May, and was quite startled to have my ear bent by a number of people who want changes in the way things are administered. I did a lot of nodding and frowning and smiling.
I am going to read today’s papers. And yesterday’s, as I don’t remember finishing them either.