A very domesticated night last night. There was food, a trip to a Diy shop, some Diy, some watching of Lost, and the baby sitting of a rather mental kitten. This latter beast slept with us and decided that my feet were prey. Consequently I am very tired having had some interrupted sleep. On the up side, the mountaineering tricks of this creature are most entertaining.
Work is still a nest of uncertainty. I don't have anything specific to be working on, so I am doing some reading and pondering what work might be coming my way. There are myriad outcomes possible. I don't seem to mind. I guess I've not settled in so much as to consider what I do for my living to be some sort of immutable monolith.
I am feeling guite keyed up about comedy at the moment, but I don't want to over commit myself to too many gigs. That's a weird combination. I think I just need a bit of a break after the fringe, even though there's tons I want to try out and I have goals for capitalising on my recent improvements. I've no idea why I still feel so calm about the comedy. Perhaps it will help me not to be so needy.
Perhaps there's some sense of self preservation going on. I've not been in the best of health since I went to Edinburgh, and I currently have a cold and a slight stomach upset. Coupled with the jabs from yesterday, I could happily just chill out and feel slightly sorry for myself. So, the idea of driving to do a Sunday night in Devon doesn't grab me right this moment.
There are plenty of jobs I must get done, though. I have to sort out some important paperwork, and there are curtain rails to be erected. It's all in a day's work.