Hangovers

“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

– Carl Jung

I am dreaming of truffles when the alarm wakes me.

Is this a hangover, or am I still drunk? Feels like both.

I can’t believe I forgot to turn the alarm off.

5.20 am is an unacceptable time to be awake after a night of drinking.

“Sleep is when the body becomes a harp again. Every string loose, vibrating faintly with the echo of the day’s music.”

– Henry Miller

Shell is up at 6.20 am.

I am confused as to why I keep getting woken up on a day perfect for sleeping.

It is raining and the weather is getting colder each day.

No gym.

Breakfast and then the coffee.

I don’t feel like making lunch, so we’ll get some pad thai. When in Korea…

Home and I read. I finish Por Me and start Far and Away. I am on an A.A. Gill binge. Far and Away is a collection of his best articles. Published posthumously, it is excellent writing.

“Venice is a Dorian Gray city. Somewhere up there in the world’s attic, there’s another place with the haggard, poxed and ravaged face of unspeakable evil. And I suspect it’s Cardiff.”

– A.A. Gill

We watch the final three episodes of the French series, Le Bureau.

For some reason, they switched directors for the last two episodes.

A disappointing end to five great seasons.

Late in the afternoon, a delivery. I have finally landed Bill Nesto’s book, Chianti Classico – The Search For Tuscany’s Noblest Wine.

Tomorrow’s reading is sorted.

Asleep by 8.00 pm.