Words woken from quiet
Read some more of A Game of Thrones this morning, very much getting back into that story again and enjoying it. Likewise getting more into and enjoying Sailor Moon, and the contrast between those two stories.
Have been enjoying, also, taking some quiet time to make notes on what I am reading and how that encourages me to reflect on the stories as they go. In light of how this adds to my appreciation of what I read and brings pleasure in itself, am more firmly resolved to continue doing so despite my recent worries that no one else reads or cares about those entries. This is my diary, so to speak, and so long as I am pleased with it that should be good enough for now.
I think I may have overexerted myself by working yesterday. Been feeling a bit sicker again today so I have resumed symptom-alleviating medication to compensate, though I am still past what felt like the serious phase of it. Also, lots of tea courtesy of the staff kitchen. Have decided I perhaps like unsweetened black tea and am taking time to savour its flavour. Hopefully I shall be completely recovered, so that I can sleep more easily and this lingering fuzzy-headedness will no longer interfere with most anything I attempt to do.
Previously I managed to forget to mention that on the Tuesday evening when I succumbed to this illness I also gained one flat tyre[1]. That had not previously happened to me so I did not initially recognise the occasion, never mind that I can be spectacularly unobservant at times. The nearest moment I can think of was when I changed lanes around a cyclist and misjudged a change of gears, as happens occasionally (I want to attribute this one to falling under the weather). Shortly after that it seemed as if a patch of familiar road was uncharacteristically rough, but after that I was on the motorway and at high speed everything seemed fine. Only when I exited the motorway did the rough shakingness return and I began to worry I had somehow damaged the functioning of the car, as I always fear at the back of my mind whenever I do make such an error with the gears.
Having come to such a grim and expensive conclusion, I even managed to fill the tank with petrol without noticing the flat. My family went out and looked and informed me in the evening of the flat after I got back, though I like to believe that had they not done so I would have seen it for myself in the light of the following day.
Currently running on the spare until a replacement can be obtained, which necessitates taking slower and more complex routes in the meanwhile. Not fun with poor sleep and lingering sickness clouding my wits at the moment. But at least I now have experience recognising and changing flats, and recognising tyres in danger so I'm better equipped to travel into the future.
I'm also feeling much better for finding and taking some quiet time in which to write all this out. It forces me to realise how much I have missed blogging type activities and how much I might need to cut down on social media type activities to be able to return to this. I think doing so will be difficult; as the name implies I get a lot of socialisation from social media and I feel a bit of guilt at potentially withdrawing further from the friendships and associations I have developed there.
In truth I have already done so to a degree over the past several months for both emotional and practical reasons. But my current habits are still not well-aligned with the sorts of thinking and speaking I have been missing and it is very easy to default back to especially twitter as a ready source of stimulus for any moment of boredom. I do not know what would be best to do; I aim to try different things at least until I find myself more pleased with my being than I am now.
[1] Previously been referring to this as 'blown out', but have just looked up the term and discovered I was incorrect to do so.
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Have been enjoying, also, taking some quiet time to make notes on what I am reading and how that encourages me to reflect on the stories as they go. In light of how this adds to my appreciation of what I read and brings pleasure in itself, am more firmly resolved to continue doing so despite my recent worries that no one else reads or cares about those entries. This is my diary, so to speak, and so long as I am pleased with it that should be good enough for now.
I think I may have overexerted myself by working yesterday. Been feeling a bit sicker again today so I have resumed symptom-alleviating medication to compensate, though I am still past what felt like the serious phase of it. Also, lots of tea courtesy of the staff kitchen. Have decided I perhaps like unsweetened black tea and am taking time to savour its flavour. Hopefully I shall be completely recovered, so that I can sleep more easily and this lingering fuzzy-headedness will no longer interfere with most anything I attempt to do.
Previously I managed to forget to mention that on the Tuesday evening when I succumbed to this illness I also gained one flat tyre[1]. That had not previously happened to me so I did not initially recognise the occasion, never mind that I can be spectacularly unobservant at times. The nearest moment I can think of was when I changed lanes around a cyclist and misjudged a change of gears, as happens occasionally (I want to attribute this one to falling under the weather). Shortly after that it seemed as if a patch of familiar road was uncharacteristically rough, but after that I was on the motorway and at high speed everything seemed fine. Only when I exited the motorway did the rough shakingness return and I began to worry I had somehow damaged the functioning of the car, as I always fear at the back of my mind whenever I do make such an error with the gears.
Having come to such a grim and expensive conclusion, I even managed to fill the tank with petrol without noticing the flat. My family went out and looked and informed me in the evening of the flat after I got back, though I like to believe that had they not done so I would have seen it for myself in the light of the following day.
Currently running on the spare until a replacement can be obtained, which necessitates taking slower and more complex routes in the meanwhile. Not fun with poor sleep and lingering sickness clouding my wits at the moment. But at least I now have experience recognising and changing flats, and recognising tyres in danger so I'm better equipped to travel into the future.
I'm also feeling much better for finding and taking some quiet time in which to write all this out. It forces me to realise how much I have missed blogging type activities and how much I might need to cut down on social media type activities to be able to return to this. I think doing so will be difficult; as the name implies I get a lot of socialisation from social media and I feel a bit of guilt at potentially withdrawing further from the friendships and associations I have developed there.
In truth I have already done so to a degree over the past several months for both emotional and practical reasons. But my current habits are still not well-aligned with the sorts of thinking and speaking I have been missing and it is very easy to default back to especially twitter as a ready source of stimulus for any moment of boredom. I do not know what would be best to do; I aim to try different things at least until I find myself more pleased with my being than I am now.
[1] Previously been referring to this as 'blown out', but have just looked up the term and discovered I was incorrect to do so.
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