Saturday
“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”
Sylvia Plath
At some point last night Shell opened the door to the balcony.
The cold air swept in, and the room went chill. I huddled into the duvet and slept like a baby.
I have not slept like that in a long time. Stress free, no air conditioning, so cold you need a blanket to be warm.
Blue skies and cold weather.
My eye feels better, looks worse.
Breakfast at Zërgë Coffeeshop. Shell brings her new camera to capture the scenery.
We decide on plans for the day. It is the weekend and the Christmas markets begin at 10.00 am so we decide to grab lunch there.
a few hours to kill with no plans. I am thinking about Török utcai Könyvtár and a half read Bukowski novel when Shell demands an immediate return to the apartment.
Bathroom urgency.
I have decided to get a jacket. I have been layering to stay warm, and I think Shell is getting impatient with the time it takes me to leave the apartment.
Edit: Rachelle rightfully has pointed out that she just wanted me to be warm and buying the jacket came from a good place.
A different Mountex store, and I come away with a new jacket. And two pairs of pants. And a shirt.
Honestly, I am much warmer in the jacket.
We walk home via the river and grab some lunch at the Christmas markets.
I first tried mulled wine in Zagreb and was not impressed.
Today’s wine is much better. Hot, spicy and, sweet. One glass was not going to be enough.
A massive hotdog with the works, porchetta with roast potatoes, and a hash brown.
I might not need dinner.
I fall asleep and have that weird dream where you can’t wake your body up. My mind seemed to think it was in control of the situation while the body was paralysed.
My eye seems to have gotten worse after the sleep and Shell is getting worried.
Although it takes 5-7 days to heal, the antibiotics should have an impact in 24-48 hours. I started the drops on Thursday. Now it is Saturday and it is not really improving.
I think we will stay in tonight.
I will read.
Graz tomorrow.
“We must, therefore, pursue the things that make for happiness, seeing that when happiness is present, we have everything; but when it is absent, we do everything to possess it.”
Epicurus