Insomnia

[smokingboot]

Well, I am in a difficult place. It's a bad time to do any serious research, because amendments to earlier work may be needed, and I don't want to start something only to break off in the middle to go fix earlier work. And I am getting seriously little sleep. Maybe not seriously little; I've forgotten whether it was Margaret Thatcher or Napoleon Bonaparte who thrived on on 4 hours a night. That's how much I've had and I can't do anything except the non-thinking mechanical stuff: order more catfood, arrange to get my hair and eyebrows done. This weekend R is taking me out for a romantic meal here: https://www.japanhouselondon.uk/eat/restaurant/

I like Japanese food a lot but am suspicious of the head chef's ‘trinity of cooking’ principles – food, tableware, and presentation.' Tableware? I like pretty tableware but am not used to taking it seriously, let alone as a cooking principle. I guess the whole thing is about food that looks and tastes beautiful, and if we get there, I will commit a crime almost unheard of for me: I'll take photos of my dinner.

But it looks less likely. The hubby is coming home lurgified, and we may have to cry off. While I would miss the experience, it's no fun if we're sick, and right now I would rather fall asleep in a hot spring - or, my cheaper version, a hot bath - than eat all the delicious food in the world. God! Why can't I sleep?