Z drinks

I just left a frightfully drunken-sounding comment on Badgerdaddy's blog. Heh heh. Well...

Yesterday afternoon, I was really tired. I hadn't slept much all week, but that wasn't all of it - I think it was the damp and dismal weather. I thought longingly of hot buttered scones and a nice log fire. I allowed my little darling to cook me lunch, and reclined on the sofa with the Sunday papers, with the purpose of having a long nap. I slept. Five minutes later, I woke, to my great disappointment - my mind thought it was the mid-week power nap, not the weekend zizz.

I did feel better, but not that energetic. Today, I was woken at 4.45 by cats and dogs streaming down from the sky and piddling through the open window. I got up (I later found that the Sage had gone on a similar errand at 3.30) to check that water wasn't also leaking through the unopened windows. Several bits of roof slope towards the study and the gutters can be overwhelmed. There was a little water, which I mopped up, and then I made lots of toast and ate it with lots of tea.

Since then, it has stopped raining, the sun has been shining and I am all twitchy and energetic. I was also hungry by noon. Mm, snacks...

I got out a packet of salted peanuts. Unwisely, I checked the calories. *sigh* return to cupboard. Pretzels! They're low fat! Check the label. Fuck me, more calories per 100g than the peanuts - how can that be? Muesli bars, gummi bears, double chocolate chip muffins ... okay, maybe I was pushing my luck there. Darlings, I ate none of them. I picked a cucumber and three tomatoes and made a butterless sandwich. And used the saved calories on the last of a bottle of white wine which happened to be in the fridge (which didn't fill a standard glass).

Then I drank it. Then I poured the last of last night's bottle of red, which I had shared with Ro (which did). Then I left that comment.

That's the thing to do with surplus energy. Sit down until it goes away. I feel quite pleasantly relaxed now. Still a bit frisky, but unfortunately the Sage is visiting the dentist this afternoon, in Norwich, so I should be doing the ironing or something to use the surplus energy.

Well, there's always Wimbledon.

Ah. It's raining at Wimbledon.

Zzz?

Update - 1.45 - would you believe it? We have hailstones! Yes, dudes (heh heh, Jen, that's your influence), Norfolk has sleet in Flaming June!