I woke up with a headache after a disturbed sleep and had the sort of day where I kept drinking water hoping to wash away the headache to no avail. I did get started on work at least, and did a few chaptres of the book I am to finalise, and also learned that a bid I had contributed to has been successful and now brings with it the new challenge of preparing an inception report.
By the late afternoon my head was buzzing both literally and figuratively, so I made a cup of tea and went to the balcony where the woman in the flat opposite had made a new basket to hang from string. Yesterday I had watched as she stitched some rather goth black and lavender roses made of gathered fabric onto the handle of a plastic bucket. Today she had entirely covered a small basket with a disarticulated stuffed cat, so the rope was around the cat’s neck and the legs dangled from the bottom of the basket. Rather terrifying, and she hung it up on a metal rod sticking out of her small balcony. I put in my headphones and started listening to music and sketching the scene on my iPad. It was one of the nicest moments I’ve had in, well, I don’t know, it was one of those calm, happy peaceful times when one almost steps outside oneself.
Mid-sketch the GF appeared next to me, waving frantically – he was on a work call and the doorbell had been ringing. It was the grocery delivery which I had clean forgotten, so I flung everything down and dashed out, taking his wallet to pay. The bags of produce appeared, I pulled out the wallet, and there was a crash overhead as the door closed, locking me out. The boy looked sympathetic, and then it turned out that the GF’s wallet didn’t have enough cash to pay and he didn’t have a card unit. We will pay tomorrow, I mimed and he left. So that was that, and I waited outside the door, occasionally tapping very gently, torn between not wanting the disturb the call and really wanted to get back in. Eventually the GF did hear and let me in, but by the time I had put everything away the mood was gone, swept away by the rush of adrenalin and now my head hurts again and the feeling of peace is gone.
Oh well, clearly I should do this more often when my head is fizzing with work.