Another hour’s nap in an otherwise sleepless night, I’ve been quite tired all day. But I have finished the porch, and also taken a carful of stuff to the dump, so I feel quite good overall. I arrived home from tonight’s meeting to be greeted by the Sage, saying that a friend was hoping I’d phone her back … I haven’t. I still have not finished tonight’s work (which I hadn’t had time to do earlier) and writing here is a short relaxation, I didn’t really feel like chatting. I did fit in a clarinet practice this afternoon (how about you, Tim, have you played the guitar this week? Not to worry if not, dear heart, aim for Wednesday at latest, perhaps) and, although it was only half an hour or so, I finally felt that there was some fluency to my playing. I shall persevere, please keep a stern eye on me. I sort of feel that this time is make or break. What is good is that my thumb doesn’t hurt any more when I play, so it was just the unaccustomed weight of the instrument, not a problem with the joint – or, if it is, it’s in its early stages. So, all in all, whoopee-doo.
Weeza phoned this morning, and she’s coming over with the children on Wednesday. It so happened that Dilly and Hay were here at the time, so we all chatted and made arrangements – this is really for the two mums and cousins to get together, although I won’t be excluded. Both boys are past the mewling and puking stage and Hadrian, in particular, is getting interested in reaching for and playing with toys. In less than a fortnight, he will be six months old.
Sorry, back to work now. After two nights without much sleep, I may well oversleep tomorrow and not have time to finish preparations for the meetings, so I must do it now while I’m sure. Goodnight, darlings. Sweet dreams.