Is it really 2 weeks since I wrote anything?
Apparently.
Well, I fel like I have little to say about this side of my personality at the moment. I've been on a relatively even keel, there's some pitch, roll and yaw, but not as much as at the bad times, and so I'm just enjoying the 'calm'.

Goodnight.

In which there are Panics over nothing

I felt truly awful last night. Fluey, sick, tired, down, morbid...
So I headed to bed at 11ish (I am off work so this is allowed!)
And this morning I woke up at just after 6am to see my phone blinking in the dark with the usual Twitter messages from the early risers and late stayers.
I flipped the touchscreen open and saw a missed call. The worry started there and ran headlong into panic. Who would call me at gone eleven at night. Well, LBJ (maybe but probably not), Dad, and Number 1Son.
Any which way, its not good news.

It was Number 1.
Oh shit.

Then I see there's a text message from 5 minutes later.
It said "Just out in (Adoptive City) and saw that The Hold Steady are playing this month. Thought you'd like to know, don't call me back, I'm out on the razz."

Was so tempted to phone him and claim I hadn't read the text... But that would be Bad Parenting. Probably.

Nothing ever seems to go as intended. Is it just me or do the rest of the planets population get the same thing?
Ginger Ninja ran to the boss and told him about my row with the Toerag. Not been bollocked yet, but I expect to. Its got to the stage where you can't tell him anything, and now it seems you don't need to tell him, he blabs anyway!!!
At least I have a day or two off... before a long stint and then a proper long rest.

Keep Calm & Carry On.