After two days of frantic activity, had a very quiet day today. Kind of had to. I drank a bottle and a half of wine last night. Why? I have no idea. It was there and I drank it.
Despite also having water to drink before going to bed and during the night, I was hungover as hell this morning. Got up at 11 with a massive headache. I wasn’t sick, but did retch a few times. I tried to function, but it just wasn’t going to happen. Instead I went back to bed.
I got up about 3, to find that our son was on the phone to my hubby, it being Father’s Day and all. I did talk to him too, thankfully all’s well with him and his significant other.
Since then I have been going through a load of the papers and notebooks that were on the various bookcases. Picking what to keep and what to throw away. Most of it got thrown out. I had three plastic shopping bags worth of paper, one of cardboard, and one of the wire that binds my preferred style of notebooks. That’s also six magazine racks emptied. Which is a good start on the getting rid of stuff.
When moving around all the bookcase from the hall and landing, I decided it was time to trim the collection. It’s easy to get rid of the my notes, the next step is to rationalise my book collection. That’s going to be harder. I love books, and getting rid of any will hurt. But it’s got to be done, and to quote one book I don’t have “Tomorrow is another day” and this time, I won’t wake up with a hangover.
Today has been nice, quiet. Work was head scratching, but I resolved several issues, so felt productive.
Haven’t written a thing today, but I’m okay with that, can’t do everything and today I’ve worked, cooked, and been mum’s taxi twice.
So taking a night off, want to write, but I’d have to force it tonight and that’s not good, so I’m giving myself a break. I’m actually struggling to write this blog tonight, don’t really know what to write.
Thought earlier that I’d rant about the state of the country on grounds of the difference of approached with UK countries dealing with the coronavirus. But I despair. And I’ve seen so much rubbish about that that I can’t face it. Just to say, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland are on lockdown, if you live in England – stay in England.
I think that’s it tonight. I’m calling it a night, am going to put my feet up and watch TV with a glass of wine. Have fun wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, and stay safe.
Got out today, only a walk to a local store for essentials – including a bottle of wine. Trust me, after the best of three weeks in the house, it felt like an essential. Mind you, I’ve got a glass of it at my side, turns out it’s not as nice as I remember. But there again, I did dry January, got through most of February with only one evening of drinking, and haven’t drunk anything since my melt down a few days before I started this blog, when I drank two bottles straight – and much to my surprise and my husband’s annoyance, didn’t have a hangover.
So today, I have:
Taken my multivitamins, Brewer’s Yeast and iron
Taken a walk
Done a chore – vacuuming this time
Done about 16 pages of editing
Written 1800 words of my novel
Taken a bath
Listened to The Hairy Bikers Roadtrip CD
And worried about my family
This last isn’t symptomatic of anything other than I have family I care about, these are worrying time and I feel helpless. Not depressed helpless, just I know I am helpless, there really isn’t anything I can do to help them, much as I want to.
Anyway tonight I’m going to sit in my bed, write a little steampunk while listening to mostly 80s rock, and sip on a glass of wine. Not glamorous, but it gets me through. So for anyone out there, just keep on rocking.