Last night was the worst night I have had for a while. It was so bad that I had no energy to get up and go to work this morning. After sending a text to the boss to this effect, I crawled back into bed, and slept until 12. Then after a shower and a quick cup of coffee I finally went to work.
I had only stayed up until 9.40. It is not as if I had a late night of drunken debauchery. I watched the rather disappointing pilot programme of “Under the Dome” while toddling on my treadmill at low to medium speed. Then, in what was probably a Very Bad Move, I had a bedtime cup of chai latte and a few crackers with some of the genuine Stilton which Carl had brought back from Rockingham for me. I suspect it may have been this that contributed to the bad night and in particular to the very vivid and disconcerting nightmares that plagued what little sleep I had. Nightmares combining missing the bus stop and having to walk for miles back to where I needed to be, being lost in dark twisting passages that were alternately caves, classrooms and the decks of a freighter, trying to get somewhere unattainable in a four wheel drive pushing through gravel up rapids and along convoluted mazes of organic intestines, while having frustrating conversations and interactions with people I no longer wish to know, all topped off with the evergreen nightmare situation of being in public without clothes, although I did somehow manage to cover myself with a lavalava and a crash helmet in an unexpected upturn of circumstances that left me feeling almost optimistic as I awoke.