I’ve been feeling melancholy and, I realise now, I’ve pushed myself a bit much. It’s all right, I’ve got over it but I did lean on a friend for a few minutes this afternoon and was glad to. I’ll email him later and be cheerful. I didn’t cry, anyway. Though it would have been all right if I had, he’s a good enough friend.
There are always books left over from a stall of course, and I took them along to the local second-hand bookshop yesterday. Letting go was necessary but quite hard. I then decided to have lunch at a local restaurant, which was nice but a bit lonely as I was the only person sitting alone. I bought myself a nice glass jug at Crocks.
I didn’t really sleep on Sunday night, but made up for it last night, it was lovely. My friend, who I leant on, compared notes on the subject. He tends to be awake for a while every night and was dismayed, a year or two ago, when I told him it was a classic sign of stress. Today, I told him the theory that it can be a natural pattern, to have two periods of sleep rather than one – but it is stress, with him, I know. Too many people take their work home with them, emotionally as well as physically.