Got up late this morning. I had eaten Weetabix last night and it hadn’t agreed with me. I had slept very shallowly.
Rushing in the morning, I had a few reveries. Mainly, I went in to training and sat down in the usual circle, and the beardy guy was there who has featured in my reveries since the time some guy came in to sing religious songs. I was dismissive of hymns, or had in any case consistently been so in previous reveries, and he asked me to play the guitar instead, saying perhaps something about the song being there for the group to bond rather than with any religious intent. I played. Moving by Supergrass, a song I have been learning recently, and actually singing along. So I did that. In any case, he then went on to make a few comments, saying that such a song shows none of the musical complexity of a hymn. I told him the poverty of his argument was such that I would almost have been ashamed to tear it apart were it not for his way of trying to show me up. I went on to talk about how the church had repressed musical innovation, banning the modus lascivious, the major scale, for a long time.
I was tired all day. Enthusiasm in the morning gave way to complete exhaustion later, and coffee did nothing for me. Besides, it was so hot that I was stifling in my jeans and skater shoes.
M_____ is working and it was the night for Spanish, but I couldn’t face it. I wanted to get some writing done. I barely got a paragraph written, though, before I had to give up for tiredness. I read a little of Jonathan Coe’s What a Carve Up, which I am enjoying, before I had a brief lie down, a near nap, and came down to try to write up a little of my food diary so that I don’t miss out on the most important parts by the time I see the dietician.
I did give in a little today and asked for an appointment with the mad doctor at the college. Spoke to the college’s resident bluesman who has been ill recently, and he told me about the fact that he had seen the good doctor about his high blood pressure and the doc asked him about what he was like as a kid, and whether he was a hot or cold temperament, and did everything but take his blood pressure. Still, I figure I can’t lose anything from it.
Going to Venice/Florence on Friday, and I really need to be well rested for that. I have bought some Valerian tea.