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A slumber did my spirit sandbag over the head
Today's gratitude is being clean and dry at last. Sweat, not rain: just the usual July thing. But how lovely to shower the usual July thing off.
Up at 6 to get to 8:15 appointment at a clinic that doesn't open till 8:30. Last time I did this (a cold May day) I didn't fall asleep for three hours after coming home; it might have been the antihistamine I took earlier, might have been something trying to develop, might just have been summer. I'm yawning now at 10:30 with a Pepsi in me.
Given my low opinion of Pepys, I wonder why I so enjoy reading the online version of his diary. Not for Sam himself, I fancy, but for the annotations/ bickering of the regular commentators in the notes.
Up at 6 to get to 8:15 appointment at a clinic that doesn't open till 8:30. Last time I did this (a cold May day) I didn't fall asleep for three hours after coming home; it might have been the antihistamine I took earlier, might have been something trying to develop, might just have been summer. I'm yawning now at 10:30 with a Pepsi in me.
Given my low opinion of Pepys, I wonder why I so enjoy reading the online version of his diary. Not for Sam himself, I fancy, but for the annotations/ bickering of the regular commentators in the notes.