Just no energy today. Spent the day in bed, sleeping most of it.
Is it that? I don’t know. Maybe. There’s a lot of it about.
Many drugs for generic viral symptoms:
Achy joints. Watery, blurry eyes. Cold. Sniffly. Scratchy throat. Zero energy.
Frustrated at now missing two days of exercise, and also missing what will surely be a fine party this evening.
Hoping for better tomorrow, at least on the health front. The party will be gone.
Despite recent events – or maybe even because of them – the party tonight is still on.
Limited numbers because of Covid. Already postponed twice due to Covid. Needs to end early because of Covid… look, you get the idea, but maybe it’s time to actually live a little.
And so there will be fun, drinks, memories and yes: also music.
On the music front, there’s actually going to be a band. Live music. And I can’t wait.
But then we have to fill in the gaps between their sets with Spotify and I’ve had to put my foot down a bit. I was up early this morning removing Pitbull tracks from the stuff that’s been shared, oh, and anything that has a $ sign in its name from the playlist.
Sometimes both in one. Awful.
The result is a 9½ hour (I don’t think we’ll use all of it) list of about 170 songs ranging from the Beatles, through Bruce Springsteen, Michael Jackson, and on to the Human League and Swedish House Mafia.
Should be fun.
The DJ, however, does not got us falling in love again. There’s really no need for any of that.
Last night was great fun. A few friends round for a braai, several (or more) beers and an awful lot of really good wine. There was much merriment, some really well-cooked fillet and everyone had a really good time.
But partying on a school night? Rookie error.
This morning, as perhaps you may already have imagined, was less good. Mild dehydration coupled with a distinct lack of sleep and sprinkled with a topping of new medical waste disposal guidelines and international conference calls at work.
Never party on a school night. Move either the party or the school.
Because it is plainly clear that you really can’t do both. Not at my age.
The consequences of my foolishness are several-fold:
– I’m really rather grumpy and have shouted at the new medical waste guidelines quite a lot because they are rubbish. (In my defence, they were already rubbish before last night’s shenanigans.)
– I have drunk almost all the coffee in Cape Town. And as any fule kno, that’s a lot of coffee – mainly because of all the huge coffee plantations and associated agriculture just downstream from the Theewaterskloof Dam.
– I’m almost certainly not going to be able to stay up to watch the Magic of the FA Cup 3rd Round this evening. The Tall Accountant tells me that “Liverpool will clobber them” (“them” being Everton). I’ll just have to find out in the morning.
– It’s gone 4pm and I’ve only just remembered that I have to write a blog post today. Even though I have to write a blog post every day.
– I am tired in all eleven official national languages and I still have 3 pages of technical stuff to read, digest, cogitate and forget. Back to it.
Until next time.
We’re out partying this evening. It’s going to be great. I know this because we’ve spent a lot of time, effort (and cold, hard cash) on making sure that it will be great.
And in the same way that tonight will be great, tomorrow will be messy.
I’m only looking forward to one of them.
When your sister is having a Halloween themed birthday party, it’s only fair that you make a bit of an effort:
Fair play to the beagle for joining in…