Lazy Sunday

I'd love to be able to say I'd achieved a wonderful amount today, but I've done bugger all.  Nada.  Zilch.  I have, however, watched copious quantities of TV, most of it rubbish, and dozed a bit.  To be fair to myself, I am still convalescing from being low, and I expect that will go on for  while.  I will try to tidy the kitchen table, but I may not.

HT come at 1800, but I've no intention of getting dressed, so they will have to take me as they find me.  My hands are a bit better, and so are my elbows, so I'll keep up the Eumovate.

Just had another energy drink - I think I'm addicted to them.  Better than being addicted to alcohol, which I'm pretty sure I was before going on the antipsychotics.  I was certainly dependent on it, and would cheerfully drink a bottle of wine a night. I must say that I miss drinking, but not the dependency.  I like cider and also ginger wine, but that's about all I can manage.  My RAF friends would be horrified.