Well if the rest of my week's holiday is as enjoyable and relaxing as Monday I shall be a very contented dude.
I'm sat on my bed now with the soft light of an almost full moon drifting in through the window. There have been worse times in my life. It's a very mild night in Cork and kinda peaceful. Goodnight, everyone.
So it's suddenly got too hot. It's been building for a couple of days but I've spent them in an air-conditioned building. That's not always a good thing but it was on Thursday and Friday. Today there was nowhere to hide and I've been slowly melting. Even now at twenty past 1 in the morning I'm uncomfortably warm. At least it's an excuse, if I needed one, to be sat up listening to the "new" Rory Gallagher album Notes From San Francisco. Hugely impressive.
As you may have noticed, I haven't been here much recently. I'm very grateful that some of you have getting dropping by, just to see if anything's happening.
I've been in rather a strange head-space. It's far from clinical depression (I've seen that. I know what it looks like), more akin to what Keats called "horrid morbidity of temperament". My bubble of good humour has been very easily pricked and I've taken slights far more to heart than usual. I may just be in need of a break. If that's so, it's good that I have the week after next off work. Apart from one day of it, I have no specific plans. I'll just play it by ear, so to speak.
It's lights out time, I think. Whether I'll be able to settle, remains to be seen. I certainly won't need to snuggle under a duvet tonight!
