Recovery

The barking of my neighbours dogs woke me this morning and since there was nothing on my calendar calling my name I was able to pull the sheet over my head and hibernate for an extra little while.

It’s been one hell of a week and my mood have been tossed about like a fucking sampan on the rough seas. I've been at the pub for the past 17 nights out of which I was so drunk out of my mind at least in 5 outings. Last night was no different. I feel desperately in need of time to calm down.

So I decided to take the morning for myself. It is Saturday and I should be at the saltmine but it's raining and my mobile did not ring with news, good or bad. The rain smells funny. Cloud seeding, I was told. So I sat on the couch outside the house for a long while with a book and coffee, enjoying the silence and solitude. I thought to myself I need this bit of time to recover.

Recovery for me, always involves quiet time, solitude, being at home, chilling out, books, music. If I feel particularly brave, I might venture out for some strong coffee or drive over to my favourite sio bee shop. Most of all, I need to give my body to heal. Come Monday, perhaps I will have become more settled into this detoxing process.

All right then, let the recovery begin…