Irritations, sickness, dreams.

That was a strange day.
That day led to this day, which will be a no work day.

Exasperation is getting to everybody, myself included. One of our cats is going a bit doolally in old age, yelling and yodelling when I am trying to work. He was terrible yesterday morning as I was struggling through a big edit. I will have to go over the same old ground tomorrow to see if I made any mistakes due to his concentration-shattering repetitions.

Yesterday, more than a moment's astonished observation of various friends who really needed to hear the words Stop Being Ridiculous.

But right now is not the time. Right now is about understanding that people need to bark a bit, and to keep things cheerful if possible.

Sickness. This turned up during a zoom chat; some really odd symptoms turned up over the past few days, including an incapacitating migraine twice in two days. I haven't had these for years now. Then last night, I had to dash away from conversations with mates in order to lose my supper. There was nothing wrong with the food, but my hands were itching and tingling, so maybe a dodgy mushroom got into the bolognaise. It was dramatic at the time, and even now I am staggering around in my dressing gown. No editing today, no music theory, possibly a little Spanish. What I should do is get dressed and apply myself to housework, but it seems unlikely.

And of cleaning, there was the matter of the dream: cue me as cleaner working for a smart traditional young woman. She was wearing a headscarf. She asked me where a book was and I couldn't put my hands on it. Suddenly she developed a malign smile, and told me she would send to the agency for a different cleaner, and she would tell them I was a kept woman. I was indignant, and replied confidently that I would go back to the agency and tell them never again to send a worker to the house of such a liar. She went and lay down, and I left, feeling victorious.