Morning and a waking dream

My stomach decided to behave very badly.

This weird collection of on again off again symptoms are driving me mad. I am supposed to be taking my niece into Edinburgh today, hope my body calms down.

Hopeless really. I have a mountain of messages to get through but my eyes skim over them, close to a headache state but not quite, and in a half sleep I see total irrelevancies instead; a waking dream of some tudor man sat sprawled under a tree, a red headed teen lying across his legs. I recognise Elizabeth and Thomas Seymour, and wonder why I see them so clearly. Realise it is just a subconscious connection I am making to my cousins visiting the Cotswolds, probably including Stukely castle, burial ground of Catherine Parr.

These things are so vivid when they happen. Pretty too.

But ugh, my body feels exhausted. Still it's not 9 am yet.

Ah. My niece has just come downstairs and told me she wants to sleep for days and doesn't feel up to Edinburgh.

I don't want to feel relieved, but I am, just a bit. Now my body can flump around and get over itself. Might mean a bit more energy for Stirling/Loch Lomond over the next couple of days.

Annoyed

Friend just put post up of her kitten, a very sweet little tuxedo. She looks just like Surya at that age. I feel tears again. So stupid.

Why am I incapable of just getting over stuff like an adult? Of all the things that annoy me about myself, this is the one that's truly irritating.