Not sure where my mind is, let alone my body. Given up TV, well it gave me up when the ice-bound gutters crashed down on the sky dish. No great loss ... radio is now the comforter albeit between the hisses and crackles of Valleys reception.
Working long hours fills the chasm of living alone, particularly at weekends. Shiraz and music are my other comforters.
Giving up my double bed for office space ... soon I will truly be a home bird. The dreams in the double bed came to nothing, so reality resides in the single bed. Surely I will sleep better without the glitter of the street light outside my window ... pity the gutter didn't put paid to that as well.
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