Wednesday 0145

Having rather a disturbed night, which is a bummer as I was very tired yesterday.  There's a load of washing in the machine which I forgot to take out and which can now wait until the morning.  Once again, I feel like the only person in the world at this time of the night - it's pitch black and quiet and all I can hear is my rather noisy fridge.  I did get up to listen to the storm, but that was a bit of a damp squib.  I was once caught in a storm force gale in the Med, sailing in a 55 foot yacht, at night, and the only people not being sick were me and the captain.  Now that was hairy.

I have a meeting I can't avoid at 1500, so I'll have to drive, whether I like it or not.  I can't think what's stopping me - I'm usually desperate to get back on the road, but not this time.  I wonder if it's the anxiety that I'm feeling?  I love driving as a rule, so I really must do it.  Mustn't let myself be beaten by it.

My hands and feet are a bit better, although I still have residual itching on one of my hands.  I'll try to go back to sleep now, I think, so it's off to bed.