Just as they always do, the tropical blahs came on me this morning. I'm usually OK for the first 48 hours, then I get so tired I can hardly stand up. All I want to do is sleep. So I did, most of today. Chuy came and got the house all tidied up for the next few days. Santorini, the water company, delivered two big garaphons of drinking water, so they know we're back. Beer guy won't come until Friday. I spent the afternoon in a rotation of dozing and listening to my book. By 6 PM I had finished the book and had had several hours of restorative sleep. It's hot and humid and I just don't feel like doing anything.
If you've ever lived in Berkeley or Oakland, this book will bring you home. Marvelous, clever, inventive, thought- provoking, hilariously funny, unspeakably sad. I loved it. Next book is Kate Atkinson's newest, "Life After Life." NOT about Jackson Brodie. I'll report.
Right now, at 8 PM, it's time to sleep some more. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.
1 comment:
there is definitely an adjustment period to the tropics.... xxoo
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