All quiet on the Eastern Front
|I've got computer problems on top of everything else, so I am attempting to project my words psychically onto Blogger, hoping that none of my peripheral banana mental activity slips through itch accidentally. Thank you for all your good wishes; they are very much appreciated. Things are simply bound to turn around soon, if they haven't already. Today is quite good as the constant impenetrable headache I've had for the last four or five days has suddenly vanished. Also I've finally got Away in the Manger out of my head.|
My mental jukebox is prone to getting jammed when I am particularly unwell. And I mean jammed; it's not a question of having a song drifting in and out of your mind throughout an afternoon. A song gets stuck and plays more or less constantly for a number of days; I sleep and it accompanies my dreams, however irrelevant. Usually, this is a song I like, perhaps a song I have listened to many times over, but during this period it has been completely random songs which mean nothing to me and becoming annoying on the second repeat. I only know one verse of Away in the effing Manger. But today it's gone.
Another positive, if in retrospect, is that by not going to Southampton, we avoided the vomiting bug that befell my sister and her family. Meanwhile, very little is happening, but while I have been projecting this post a package from Maplin has arrived so if we have a good thunderstorm tonight, we may be able to bring the dearly departed computer back from the grave. Although we've done this before and it does tend to lose a bit more of its humanity after every resurrection.
In any case, still not up to much but I'm basically okay. Just waiting for a change.