The Alien Within: 50 – Whacked & Weary

Date September 14, 2015 Author By RLG Category Journal

Sleepless in Seattle Stilton (again!)…

Seems the cumulative effect is making its mark, for last night, even very late on I was not at all tired, among other things…

When I did retire, much later than normal, sleep seemed to avoid.  My heartbeat seemed to thump harder and harder, louder and louder.  My calves were tingly and achy, seeming like the feeling carried in my toes was working its way up my lower legs.  And my finger tips did not want to be left out either!

By 0300hrs I had to give up on trying and un-retired myself, dressed and returned to my earlier location in the living room.  Stocked with (post) midnight snacks and drinks (non-alcoholic of course!) I settled in to watch an enthralling programme about the making of Rolls Royce motor cars on National Geographic.  Not really that enthralling, and I had seen it before…

After Rolls Royce was done, I settled down to watch the rest of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, which I had started to watch earlier in the week.  This film I have previously seen in sub-titled DVD form, some time ago, so was interested to see how Daniel Craig played off the male lead.  In typical 007 fashion I would say.

Once TGWTDT concluded, I made my way up the stairs, at around 0500 hrs, to give bobos another chance.

Without too much success, although I may have dozed in and out of sleep on and off.  Jilly arose at around 0800hrs and made me a cup of Rooibos before walking the dog.  When she returned, after feeding Benson, she even brought me breakfast in bed – spoilt patient or what?

Needless to say, today ended up being somewhat wearisome, with everything being a bit of an effort.  Nonetheless, we have managed to do some tidying of the garden, well Jill did mostly, while I messed around on the periphery making it seem like I was helping.

Probably a mistake, but I turned down offers from Jilly for waking Benson.  My tiny toe blister was still painful, even though it had been pierced yet again before my morning shower and my calves made walking even more strained and limpy.  I must have looked a complete wreck of a human being stumbling around our customary walk.  Still, Benson does not care and we did not see a single soul on our meanderings.

It did finish me off though and the rest of the day/evening/night was one of horizontal restlessness.

That’s it, my finger tips are now too painful to continue this evening’s bleatings, even as lightly as I try to tap my iPad keyboard, so I am giving up gracefully, to return tomorrow…

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