…for myself today and not really sure why. Maybe I’m still low from the cold. Maybe I’m not liking the slowly disappearing sun. Maybe this is just one of life’s downturns. No doubt things will turn around before long. I hope so…

In the meantime I’m I seem to be looking for distractions but not very successfully to date. I did buy a pile of Sunday papers to loose myself in - they just stayed in a pile on the floor. I’ve borrowed a copy of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell from N. It’s certainly big enough to loose myself in. Not lost yet. Then there’s the pile of X Files videos I’ve been geeking myself with. I moved my portable TV into the studio this morning along with the old video player so I can sit out there and watch them. They’re making a good background and I am enjoying them, but they’re not fogging out reality.

Of course, perhaps I’m not supposed to be hiding. I’m not very good at being present when I’m not feeling well. Not surprising I suppose. It wouldn’t be a problem if the constant search for distraction meant that I can’t bring myself to sit still at just the time I need to most. I’ll try harder. I’ll keep drawing (and eating chocolate).