So, you've got your first taste of proper nappy rash (pictures, sadly, are unavailable on taste grounds). You've also got a properly sore throat, and are on the verge of a notoriously complex developmental leap.
We are tired people so far this year. LOVE YOU!
On the upside, I met a complete stranger in the middle of the road in Bow today while I was out with Dog. Her husband died of a brain tumour, and her tale (he was diagnosed at 54 and lasted six weeks) made me feel humble, sad, and extremely lucky. I am exhausted a lot of the time, but I am also busy, and my meds work as well as can be expected. I should be grateful. I am grateful when the Fates put someone in my way (she was literally in the middle of the road) with wisdom to impart. This sort of random happenstance makes me think Everything Will Be OK. It won't of course, but at least I've created a sufficiently nuanced self-delusion to enable me to carry on.
My head was a bit 'buzzy' today - by which I mean it feels wobbly, too big, and a bit heavy sometimes. Almost as if there's a rotten orange in there that shouldn't be, I dunno. I guess I'm just aware of what's gone on. If I convince myself to ignore little wobbles and twinges, they go away. How much of this is mental, and how much physical? I've not a clue. I know it is Tuesday, and I'm broadly OK, and I won £9 gambling on Arsenal today, so all's not shit.
Now then, baby - if you wouldn't mind getting some kip we'd be most grateful. As I said, LOVE YOU.
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