I'm mostly just dazed and confused from the drugs that I'm on, though; fell asleep at 6-ish yesterday with a book in my hand, and didn't wake up till 9pm, couldn't eat anything, went back to bed, forgot to take antidepressants, felt utterly groggy and miserable. Blehhh. Then woke up loads of times through the night because I couldn't get comfortable. So -- better, but still nowhere near great.
So why did I come in today? Well, I'd promised my project manager that I'd come in today if at all possible, but got in (at 8:40am!) only to find that he wasn't in, and in fact hardly anybody else had made it in because of the SNOW.
Any description of snow-covered landscapes swiftly sinks into the snowdrifts of cliché. Postcard. Christmas card. White page. This morning I gazed out of the window and the world seemed full of magic. If my back wasn't in such pain I'd have been out there making snow-angels.
Unfortunately the downside of all this snow is that, as usual, Britain grinds to a halt at the first hint of Weather. It took
Mr Cambridge Kitchens Man came round yesterday to measure up the kitchen and talk about what sort of thing we wanted. He seemed alternately impressed (well, it is big) and amused (it's a bizarre tatty mess) by our kitchen, but he was quite helpful, and I do feel like they're likely to make a decent job of the kitchen.
Really haven't done anything much else to speak of for the last few days, mostly just reading and sleeping. I want my energy back, please. I want my back back.
No idea if this entry makes any sense, I feel like all the paragraphs are half of each other, and my head is going all fuzzy again.