Imagine My week began to take shape today. And by simply putting my computer into sleep mode, rather than turning it off, I have been able to use it. The Dell engineer is now booked, I re-read Betty the Spacegirl , which has a dark patch towards the end, and I have decided I want to retain this unless in rehearsal it gets too much. I also paid my musician amigos. Looking forward to being able to actually hear what we did. Not having done so or begun the edit feels anti-climactic. To the gym today, but feeling jaded and yearning to spread my wings. I need a holiday. Excellent TV tonight: an well-adapted The Night Watch by Sarah Waters on BBC, followed by Imagine , a film about John Lennon's last few years in New York. He was a mess, but he got his act together in the end and discovered a kind of peace before he was shot.
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Fortitude Woke up in the night drenched in sweat having some sort of weird 4.00am night terrors. Got up and found my iPod and listened to a soothing meditation tape and eventually fell back to sleep. Woke up five minutes before my train was due to leave. Annoyingly this meant I had also missed my dentist appointment. Dragged sorry self up to town and into Pat and the FB's agency where I did half a day, finishing off the premature ejaculation copy and my short stint with them. Enjoyed working there. Walking back through London afterwards listening to The Night Watch , not far from where some of the book is set. Home feeling fairly tired and with too much on my plate, despite only having worked half a day today. In the evening up to babysit my Godchildren, and give Anna and Anton an evening out. Oskar had his own night terrors, and I found him standing howling in the middle of their bedroom. But fortunately he timed this a few seconds before Anna and Anton let themselves in downstair...
Web-site slogging Woke at an infernal 5.00pm this morning in a cold sweat. The cat delighted of course and kept putting her face in mine and making quizzical noises. Eventually I got up at 6:30. Up to London again for another day writing a website about premature ejaculation. Pretty much a hard slog all day. Walked back through London taking a couple of night snaps, while listening to The Night Watch , which I have now almost finished. Home approaching nine. A bite to eat and thinking of beddy-byes. Below the fountain in Russell Square. Particularly pleased with the blurry ghost figure in the background. And outside the British Museum. It was putting me in mind of de Chirico as I was walking past it, brightly lit and empty.
All work Up to the smoke this morning again, like some milt bloated salmon seeking the high shallows. Locked in the little capsule of me-space on the train listening to my iPod. Raining most of the day in London. Met a former colleague Jerry and worked with him and another nice art director called David, coming up with lines and concepts. The day ended with a teleconference with Americans in the agency's New York office. Back to the drawing board. However it keeps me in work for another day at least, so mustn't grumble guv'nor. Home on a delayed train at 8:30 listening to my audiobook, The Nightwatch by Sarah Waters. Once home began work on stuff for my French client, done in under an hour. Spoke to Lorraine this evening. Her move seems to be on for next week. I will help her where possible. Calliope bored and tetchy when I got home. Soon to bed after watching some TV I think.
The bright lights abate Wan and post-migrainey. Luckily my freelance work was stuff I do at home. Spent the day puzzling through the brief and reading up about the Languedoc-Roussillion region, and then trying to sum this all up in a few words. Also luckily Mex and I had stayed with Ken in this region in a village near Limoux, and he drove us to see many of the sites such as Carcassonne castle, Perpignan, and old haunts of the Cathars, while almost continuously singing arias at the wheel. So for once I was writing about something I'd experienced. In an effort to stave off a third bout of flashing visual disturbance, meditated and slept when I could, and went to bed early before migraine could get a grip again. These efforts paid off and I was okay all day. The visual effects, if you strip them of the pain and their disturbing nature, are actually incredibly beautiful, full of prismatic bright colours in angular crystal-like shapes. They travel from the centre of your vision, and th...