Woke up with a hangover this morning, had a bad evening yesterday and a bottle of wine. Normally one bottle I’d be okay with, but this one must have ganged up with the one I drank last week that didn’t give me a hangover at all, and they hoodwinked me.
Unfortunately, a discussion yesterday about returning to work turned me inside out, mentally and emotionally. It’s something that I have to get past because I need to return to work at some point, finances and all that. I just have to learn to deal with the stress and avoid the depression it brings on.
The hangover was dealt with by multivitamins, re-hydration, a couple of paracetamol, and a 3.5 km walk. Actually really enjoyed the walk, same walk as the other day, but my legs feel less stretched than the first one, that’s an improvement.
On the positive side, since then I have worked out the plotlines of two novels. The last of my steampunk series of five and a standalone crime one. Guess I need to start writing them. Just not right now.
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