A wave of tiredness has hit DoctorDi HQ this afternoon, and I know the culprit: lunch. My mother-in-law dropped in for a chat and took me out for a bite to eat at our regular spot along the beachfront, and there was simply no need for me to eat everything put in front of me. I know from past experience (and C can now vouch for this too) Fresh’s lentil burger (extra satay sauce over here, thanks) is about twice the size I need it to be, but no matter. Clearly I like the challenge. Oink oink.
I’m so full. My food baby is the only baby in sight, and my, my, haven’t we been seeing a lot of each other lately?! Food baby makes my jeans cut into my belly, and I keep readjusting myself in my office chair hoping to redistribute some of that thick patty and lip-smacking satay sauce. So far what’s proving most effective is sliding off my chair… not all the way, mind, but enough that I am practically looking up at the screen. My arms are reaching up to the keys and are really making their own arrangements at this point because I can barely see what they’re doing. On the other hand, I have an excellent view beneath my desk, and right now food baby seems desperate to play on the floor.
As I work from home, it’s incredibly tempting to unzip my jeans and then just sit here like the sort of slob who walks around with their trousers open as some sort of lifestyle principle. The only reason I won’t be doing it is that I have a grim conviction that there’s a keen correlation between my work habits and my work. It’s the same reason I don’t loll about in flannelette pjs. I’m pretty sure that’s one rumoured freelance habit (does anyone actually do this, or is it part of that whirlpool of misinformation forever swirling around and drowning out the writers of this country?) that would have an immediate and negative impact on my productivity. I can only imagine, therefore, that sitting here rudely unzipped would make my MS collapse in a slovenly heap faster than I could summons a belch. Man, I am really uncomfortable and sleepy, though, and I blame dem lentils.
The redrafting continues, and maybe that’s making me sleepy too. God it’s hard going. I’ve also been sitting up nights scaring myself with Beyond Black, which I’ve now finished but shall never forget, so I think sleep deprivation has played a part too. I really am tempted to read BB again immediately, more as a student than a reader this time. I think I will. I’ve just sold myself on the idea, because I’ve got sooo much to learn and Mantel has sooo much she can teach me. I am also keen to lay my satay-soaked paws on Wolf Hall, so perhaps I’ll reread BB at a leisurely pace, looking for lessons, while throwing myself into her latest. Oh, joy, there’s really very few things that give me as much pleasure as finding a new author to love.
Before I head back into the bowels of my redraft, I will just add that the surf is up here in Man Town, it’s a beautiful, warm day, and I bet you there are a few surfers out the front who chucked sickies to get out there today. Who can blame them? Actually, sunset is near, so perhaps I’ll just take food baby for a little walk to enjoy the last of it. Who knows? Maybe then we’ll both sleep through the night.