Sleep and Longing

We survived!

Eleven weeks of trauma at Nuova Lazio High School, but we survived.

Darning for Darling

I'm odd.

Peanuts

I awoke early this morning.  My Beloved was snoring and dribbling gently into her pillow beside me.

Complete Serenity... Until

Lying on the garden swing

Zen and the Art of Garden Maintenance

Become one with the Universe

Curses

I kid you not, ths popped up on the browser after a search of "Murrain".  If I get a terminal disease, I want it to look like this.

A Murrain on Tele-Marketers and Estate Agents.

Re-Awakenings

I'm on holiday for 5 more glorious days, and I can now manage to have a lovely long lie in bed.

Addiction

I'm an addict.

The delights of an afternoon nap.

One of the many benefits of getting older is the ability to drop of to sleep during the day.  These little "Power Naps" revitalise the mind for the inevitable encounter with PC bullshit, AND as an (almost) senior citizen, it's recognised that it is a part of your normal ancient and decrepit life. 

Resting

It's been a week since I went on holiday from school, and it's only now that I am starting to feel a bit rested.
My body and brain still insist on getting up at 5:30am, as I have been doing all year, but yesterday, for the first time, I managed to go back to bed and have more sleep.

Even as I type this, I feel the call of the warm bed, the soft mattress and my gently snoring beloved.  Awww, she drools so prettily onto the pillow. 

Pain free

Yesterday was the first day she has been pain-free for the last two weeks.  I refused to allow her to do any work at all.  I even made dinner.  Actually, I quite enjoyed it.  I made a chicken casserole, with leeks, garlic and plenty of carrots.  I mixed the chicken with sesame oil, soy sauce, flour and turmeric in a plastic bag, and let it sit for 30 minutes.  Browned the diced chicken in a mixture of oil and butter, deglazed with some white wine, then added in some leeks, softened in oil, and the diced carrots.  Sliced some courgettes lengthwise, and fried in Olive oil.  Served with some boiled new potatoes (mine had butter on them, but none for her)

I quite enjoyed it, but from the non-enthusiastic comments of my beloved and son (back last night from Hawkes Bay) it wasn't as good as we are used to.

I don't really care, my priority is to get my beloved as pain free as possible, because when we get on that plane next week, I know she will suffer if her back is the least bit painful.

Joys of Air Travel

I'm going back to bed, for at least another hour of blissfull sleep.