Silver linings. Overtime meant I could sit in and earn, as opposed to sit and get bored.

Nominally 50 items to resolve in 10 hours but really as long as they got done, who cares...?

So given my fluctuating lucidity I did some, slept a bit, did some more, soup (lentil tomato chorizo chicken) , bath, slept, did some more, listened to music,  slept....

Finally around 5.30 I felt compelled to deal with fresh air and trekked to Morrisons for nothing in particular other than the excuse and that I had barely been out in 4 days.

Dinner eludes me but the sun shone as I came home and drifted in and out of the evening.

I keep thinking back it's a bit like slightly sketchy acid that you want to end but it won't and you're stuck in an edgy netherworld that has you alternately in disbelief then dread but not cos you know you'll come out of it soon.  Probably.