July22009
Hibernations is for cold.
But today I blog not at all. Big beastlike, hairy fellow that I am, I feel like sleeping through the season. My wiring’s all wrong though. The wrong season has triggered my sleep recepticles and all I’ve been doing when not sitting at my desk at work is curling up in a big ball and restlessly snoozing.
Still it’s only for a few days - then we’ll be back to the grim endurance test of a summer that the English know and tolerate. Leading of course to the grimmer, greater endurance test that will be autumn and winter - those I won’t so much want to sleep through as cry through. I’ve done it before. It’s difficult to negotiate yourself through half a year seeing only past a veil of tears, but your nature is your nature.
Oops, got sidetracked by pessimism there. Things are great (when I’m awake).
With a bit of luck this¹ will hold to the weekend when I can be sitting in a park wearing a not-suit and be drinking wine with a girl. Then my semi-comatose state will be situationally appropriate.
¹Sun, not sleepiness.
Tags: /talking about the weather /SAP
