We have our pal Patrick stopping over with us. Antonio is away in Spain for several weeks.
Last night, after a beer and a wee dram o’ brandy, I went to bed around 7.30 pm. I’m typing this at roughly 7.30 am.
I used to have a lot of problems around sleeping. These days? Less so. I did have a wakeful spell around 11-12 pm. So I read some Betjeman…
Several chapters on old churches did the trick! Calming my troubled mind, and getting me back off to sleep.
The small but regular consumption of booze is, potentially, a worrying development. I can’t claim to be tee-total any more. And, although I’m currently ‘getting away with it’, I don’t think it’s a good or sustainable development.
It seems my mind and body chemistry is so volatile nowadays that I must of necessity adopt almost monkish levels of restraint and abnegation.
To promote calm, I’ve had more of my affirmation cue-cards printed. Indeed, I intend to gift a few sets this Yuletide.