Well… I’ve just come upstairs, to go to bed. And it’s not even 6 pm! I slept till midday as well. But I am ridiculously exhausted. I have to confess, I think it’s depression exhaustion, as much as anything else.
It might also be this lingering cold? I’m over the worst, at least in terms of when I was producing rivers of snot. But I’m finding it hard to- or rather next to impossible – to shift the irritable throat cough.
But I’ve had something g in that line almost permanently since just before Covid officially hit. I’m still no wiser as to what that’s all about. But a general raspy tickle crackly wheeze SS has become almost the norm.
I had a single bottle of Perlenbacher 4% lager today. Surely that can’t be the reason? It’s certainly not the sole reason. But, I suspect, very sadly, that at present, any alcohol is just a bad idea.
Sexual frustration, and my overactive libido, play a part. Anyway, whatever… as folk say these days. I just want to be asleep. Please, please… pleeease… sleep, come and dull the pain of living.
Switch off the world. Please!