Bugger, the best laid plans....

[davidgillon]

I was due an Asda delivery between three and four PM today, and the timing's always a bit iffy (30 minutes early to an hour late), so 1pm-ish I was debating what to do for the afternoon that I could interrupt at need. I decided to start with a soak in a hot bath as I could finish that well before the delivery was due. 2PM-ish I'm in the tub when the phone rings. I ignored the first call, but then it rang again, so it's hop out of the tub, grab a towel and grab the phone time.

"Hi, it's your Asda driver, I'm just around the corner, if you're in can I delivery early?"

On the one hand, aargh, on the other it gets it done with. So I start throwing clothes on.

And when he said "just around the corner," he apparently meant it, he had the first crates stacked outside the door before I managed to get socks on.

So I now have a reasonable variety of food in the house again, even if I still need to find the energy to shelve it (and I've restocked the spirits stash, which was seriously bare).

Sleeping was again a disaster, post 8AM into the arms of Morpheus for the second day running (so I'm working on three hours sleep). But at least I remembered a fragment of today's dream, which seemed to involve me and an accurately portrayed friend (including his rather worrying view of traffic regs as strictly optional) visiting a mashup of several different female friends who was in rehab after a spinal injury and not taking it at all seriously. I'd presume the SCI side came from my symptoms flaring up last week (thankfully they've mostly settled down again), but while being conscious that I'm dreaming is nice, I'd really quite like to get a full night's sleep sometime this week, please?

Oh, and today was the first time I've noticed significant evidence of frost lingering on the roofs even at nearly midday. Clearly it's getting colder.