State of the Hedgehog, slightly into the new year edition
Having some difficulty in getting up to speed, but that is probably due to various factors.
Was sleeping not terribly well, for no apparent reason, over the long break (chiz), and into last week.
However, my hip was being particularly at peace all the time - in fact right up until I went back to work; I am beginning to think that it is some combination of the bells and whistles ergonomic chair that I don't think I ever managed to get all-round adjusted to complete satisfaction, and the poor design of the work-stations (at least from the point of view of people doing a job like mine) which involves a particularly deep twist to look at material to the side of the computer monitor, you know, the spot where I would tend to have a pile of archives for their info to be input or reference books to consult. So unless this was a one-off, think I will be having words with occupational health.
Also, that damn a/c unit keeps thinking it's summer and blowing chill, it never seems to get properly fixed. Someone comes and adjusts it and the next thing I know it's wuthering over me again.
Because of the hip thing, I took some paracetemol and codeine last Thursday night, and got an excellent night's sleep, and a particularly serene hip well into the following day, but a headache nagging on and off all day, which may have been THE DRUGS or may have been lying in such a way as to do something to my neck on one side.
Saturday was a mad rush around looking at bathroom fittings (this is not yet an emergency situation, but something that it currently seems prudent to do now rather than later), and then finding our journey home via the supermarket for necessary shopping rather hindered by huge football crowds and a lack of buses.
Still, we managed to get out in reasonable time in the evening - to see the well-reviewed A Flea in Her Ear at the Old Vic (French farce by Feydeau, in which: impotence is funny; wives who suspect their husbands are adulterous are funny; speech impediments are funny; foreigners are funny; jealous husbands are funny; etc etc - on the other hand, all the characters are entirely cardboard and are set going like clockwork, and as clockwork it succeeds pretty well, because you can't really care about anybody).
Yesterday seemed like rather a lot of domesticity.
Today I had to go over to the wilds of West London - tube journey PLUS a bus journey, which was long enough even without my first getting one going the wrong way and having to turn back at White City - to do an onsite survey. Not the way I prefer to start the week.
Am still waiting on the refurbishment of the sorting area to get stuck into any serious cataloguing, which is frustrating. Am tidying up various odd bits and bobs, but it's not the same.
Still, I am scheduled to have my much overdue eye-test tomorrow (the opticians having moved yet further away from anywhere that's particularly handy for me), and
Yoga recommences on Wednesday hooray hooray.
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