Back to Life, back to reality.

It's been a difficult week, as a bit of insomnia has returned, with its resulting feeling of fogginess, and distraction. Just what you do not need when you've got a long list of things to be working on. Chiefly - a huge pile of albums, to approve. I've got white labels for everything we ever did, plus a couple of *ahem* secret projects. Very cool. Just wait until you see the artwork.

So, to keep my head on my shoulders, it's back onto the turbo trainer. The Felt frameset works brilliantly, and so does the Ultegra R8000. A compact crankset is a boon, too - as the hills seem more intense when momentum doesn't really exist to carry you up those early slopes.

I do need to think about changing the saddle though. I've got a Seele San Marco Mantra Superleggera on the Giant, but that's overkill. I Will investigate the same size and shape, but a heavier model. Need that saddle profile, as I'm starting to miss it. 

Sunrise in Sao Paulo.

Well, almost.

I'm awake, and getting ready for the day. Not a bad nights sleep, given the circumstances - I was really expecting it to be a lot tougher. I think the last crazy Jet Lag night was before the King's Arms, when we were in NZ. That was a truly impossible night - hardly any rest at all.
Last night, I passed out about 10, slept within minutes. Woke at about 1.45, then 3. Awake for about half an hour, then a couple of segments of sleep, again. So, overall, even though it was broken, I suspect I got five or six hours. Really, that's a victory, in my book. I'll need to re balance a bit - nap for an hour (no more!) this afternoon, and I might well be OK.
It's nearly six AM, so it's time to read for a while, have a shower, think about breakfast. There's a huge buffet in the hotel here, so that will set me up for the day, and will more than likely negate the need for any sort of lunch whatsoever.

So, today was a bit of a write off.

Normal service will be resumed tomorrow (hah!)
I think the cold has broken - and it's not so much of a raging sore throat now. Should make sleeping a little easier. Mind you, I'm still under the cosh - I napped this afternoon (ah - bliss) and after about 45 minutes, I woke up, not even sure which planet I was on. One of those moments when you realise your body is trying so hard to drag you under, into long, deep recuperative sleep - and kicks up a fuss when you try and preempt the waking process. I'd have stayed under for hours, If I could.
Other news? Well, as April is upon us, with all its showers, and unsettled weather, I'm looking to get my Barbour out of storage, and press it into service. Only issue? I think it may well be too small, now. I'm 45 lbs lighter than I was, so I'm thinking a visit to the stockists in Epsom could be in order.

Wanting more sleep - but, getting it? A different matter.

Philippa's got me trying her old fitness tracker thing. It says I slept for five hours last night, but I still don't really trust it. Within those sleep stats it appears to assert I never woke up, yet I did. The TV came on, twice, to try and update software (one of the mot annoying things, ever) and both kids came in to sleep in our bed.
So, does this tracker learn that sort of stuff? I'm not sure. Also, I feel like it's snooping on me. I guess it is, but I'm not entirely happy with it, so far. Maybe I need to get used to the whole thing.
*sigh*
Anyway - today? Not much, hopefully. A little light gardening, and roast beef for our tea.

time to sleep.

One of the things about having kids, is that I now want to sleep as much as possible. It's the end of a long, tiring day, and i'm knackered. Sitting in  bed, blogging, and about to turn out the light. At quarter to ten, on a Friday evening. How's that for rock'n'roll, eh?
Another thing that's got me wanting more sleep is the whole "not drinking as much" phase i'm going through. Or, is it just a phase? The funny thing is - there's a point where drinking less alcohol becomes mixed up with actually wanting less alcohol. That's where I am at the moment. Have I lost the taste for it? I'm not sure. Philippa was off out tonight, and took a bottle of gin with her, for the ladies of the estate. Before she went, I furtively opened the bottle, and took a sniff of that lovely gin aroma (not a sip, honest) The smell? wonderful. Did I want to take a shot? Well, to be completely honest, I didn't.
Blimey, maybe I am changing. Pretty seismic, if it's true.

Gig time...

Just back from The Luminaire, where I was watching VV Brown (amazing) and Esser(amazing haircut). I love the Luminaire, such a great venue, small enough to feel intimate, with a big enough bar to get served most of the time!
Today was one of those days where I felt tired for most of it - perhaps down to the fact that the Police were running around outside the house in the middle of the night last night - consequently I ended up with a seriously broken nights sleep. Here's hoping that tonight is better.
Tomorrow brings a voiceover in the morning, some pre-recording for Sunday's show, and a trip back to Brighton to see my friend Kirk DJ. I bet I end up helping, we'll see!
I'll leave you with some VV :)

Stormchasing.....

there's a certain amount of breathless anticipation when one goes to sleep the night before all reputable sources are predicting the whole of the South coast will be pounded by one of the worst storms for decades. Will there be rain sheeting down the windows when I wake? Will the howling gale mean I can't go for my morning jog along the seafront? What will the sea look like? Time for me to wrap up this Sunday evening, go to sleep, and see what happens tomorrow.
Night all.
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