You'll have to excuse my recent inactivity. Being on tour is a hoor when it comes to finding time to blog.
In reality it's been same, same, same. Had a quick pit-stop in Limerick to see the doctor, these stomach woes need attention so he's sending me to a gastroe... gasteroenti... a stomach specialist who will hopefully nail the source of my woes and send me on my way afresh.
The waiting room was terrifying in its sterility. The room smelled of nothing at all. I've never been in such a scentless room, with the sick heads in the accompanying seats only adding to the surreality of the situation.
This sitting room of mine smells like old coffee and the bin (which needs changing), but at least it's identifiable as 'single man haven.'
Back in Dublin early enough yesterday on a promise to prepare tonight's class in advance. That didn't come to pass - instead I entertained Austin, ate almond fingers and drank tea - but the session went well this evening. I saw out the full two hours for the first time, and they were still debating and surmising as I packed up my man-bag. Good signs. I've piqued something, hopefully.
Cut to right now and I've just seen Liverpool salvage an improbable draw against the Spaniards, and I have Julie's third season of Entourage to get through. No school for two weeks which is very nice indeed, and not in work until 3pm tomorrow so I can be confused by electoral colleges until the small hours.