Perhaps it’s time for a more mundane post. I’m feeling a little under the weather.
In related news, I’ve also been feeling more exhausted than usual lately, unless it is between about 3:30 and 7:30am, when I am often excruciatingly awake. Sometimes I get up, feeling sick from lack of sleep while also ravenously hungry, and try to do something with my time. But inevitably I just sit drinking tea or scrolling through all the depressing things I’ve missed on Facebook. Sometimes I cry for no particular reason. Eventually I go back to bed for an hour or two and doze restlessly. And then blame my sluggishness on it for the rest of the day.
There are things I want to do. Sometimes, during a sporadic burst of energy, I do them, or start them, or something like that. But mostly I probably just sit here with my hands on my bump, with the fat grey cat snuggled up beside me.
The fat grey cat enjoys and encourages my lethargy. She is quite sedate herself, and has particularly taken a liking to squeezing herself in beside me on the chair, where she benefits from a human hot water bottle and absent minded petting. The peace of the set up makes it difficult to move.
Somewhere close by, a pigeon is cooing.