Ravelled Sleeve

A strange day today. I awoke at 6am and rose to make coffee.  I fell asleep waiting for the kettle to boil, awaking with a jerk as I almost fell off the chair.  I took the coffee to drink al fresco and fell asleep at my little cafe table.  On awakening I downed the cooling coffee and felt myself drifting off again. I decided that if I was going to do that I may as well go back to bed.  I did. I slept.  From faraway I heard the phone ring several times, and struggled to rise and answer it.  Somehow I never made it.  At some stage at last, after who knows how many missed calls, I actually got out of bed and to the phone in time to speak to Carl.   I don’t recall the conversation at all.  Then back to bed.  At 1630 I awoke again, and though desperate to return to sleep, hunger drove me out to the kitchen for another coffee and an assessment of what was available to eat.  I had started some chicken thighs marinating yesterday, so despite wanting to get my head back onto a pillow, I knocked up a quick Malayan-style curry with potato and peas in a coconut cream sauce with Basmati rice.  It was ready by about 1800, and I had eaten by 1820.  Around 1930 I awakened with a jerk again, and decided that once I had cleaned up the kitchen, washed the dishes and put the leftovers away, I should go to bed.  I did not clean the bike or do anything else useful all day.  Was today a wasted day or one put to very good use?

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About Alan

Settling into my 7th decade and still determined not to grow up too soon.
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One Response to Ravelled Sleeve

  1. Pilgrim33 says:

    Odd.
    You must need it.

    Like

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