Pynchon

The headache that afflicted me most of yesterday afternoon, and into the evening, continued today unabated. Eventually, with an hour to go at work, Lorraine sent me home. I think what eventually swung it was the fact that I was complaining about the intensity of the light in the office, I was sweating like a pig and could barely answer the phone.

The journey home took several decades. I went straight to bed. I slept for a couple of hours. I had more painkillers. Lorraine cooked some food. I ate it. We watched "Must Love Dogs" on Sky Movies.

I feel better.

I don't suppose being on the computer is going to do me any good, but I promised I would book Lorraine's train ticket. I try very hard not to break my promises.

I will not be here tomorrow. I am going to give my eyes a rest. Anyway, "Heroes" starts on BBC2 and it is a double bill. It is going to take up a chunk of the night.

Back Thursday. I will catch up with everything/everyone then.

Ciao.

Labels: Illness