Am I normal yet?

There is a part in Douglas Adams' 'Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy' where Trillian is monitoring the after-effects of using the Infinite Improbability Drive, which runs: Three to one... Two to one... Probability factor of one to one... We have normality, I repeat we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.


This question of normality is not something that I usually have to wrestle with. Of course, drinking can affects one's behaviour but I'm always rebooted by a good night's sleep and on the rare occasions where I'm hungover, I know exactly what's going on and I don't have to analyse how I'm acting.

So I fully expected to wake up this morning with yesterday's sedative experience neatly boxed off such that I could head across to the office and have a normal day. As it happens, I did wake up - WIDE AWAKE! - at 4am but then again, I did sleep the whole day, yesterday, so that wasn't really surprising. But then, later on, there was a momentary confusion regarding my coffee and the milk, specifically which would go in the fridge and which should come upstairs with me. That gave me pause. 

Thing is, we all have little blips like that, don't we?* And yet maybe I wasn't 100% myself today and therefore driving probably wasn't such a good idea if I wasn't completely sure. I had my coffee and sent Steve a text saying that I'd work from home. That seemed sensible. 

And my whole day was filled with this gentle uncertainty. There was nothing major to worry about about, although I was careful heating some soup at lunchtime. I backed up everything before I worked on it and when I stopped to do my German, that seemed OK. And Tux cuddling my bag while he dozed? Well, that's well within his usual bonkers range of activity, nothing to do with me.

I wasn't expecting Dan, this evening, but he came up to stay the night, so around seven-thirty we went out to for a walk and to get some food and I think after a day in the house, that was just what I needed. Happily, I finished the day feeling pretty much normal. 

*DON'T WE?


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Reading: 'Are We Still Rolling?' by Phill Brown