Still alive.

I don't have any cake though.

There's little to report, really. An M.E. relapse means that I am pretty much spending all day, every day, in my room and occasionally emerging to watch television or say hello to Pol or Random. I am finding myself watching TV programmes in instalments as it all gets too much. My physical activities are limited to looking after Moth and doing occasional pots and laundry.

My dearest mama is making up for this with a whole new social life, up to and including heavy metal karaoke, being a burlesque groupie and dancing about with an Elijah Wood lookalike.

It's my MIL's 60th birthday on Wednesday. I managed to find a suitable present, which Pol sent to her. I hope she likes it; it's a 2.5 hour session in a day spa, with champagne.

Thank goodness for the people I live with.

I slept in very late, only waking up, finally, at 2:30pm. I've decided I need to go back to a proper daily routine. I knew I was going to anyway, at least before December, but now seems like a good time. If nothing else, it'll mean I take more migraine-prevention pills and on a better schedule.

I managed to sleep through a Tescos food delivery and the arrival of a book from Amazon. Random and Pol are both home and sorted it out for me. I woke up to find a package outside my door and my food in the fridge. Bless!

Today is a little better. I managed to clean half the kitchen. I didn't get around to putting pots in the dishwasher, having run out of steam before then. I'll put my laundry away and sort out a load to put on first thing tomorrow.

There's this lovely, lovely book on owls I read once in the library, owls of the world. I just ordered the new edition, because *every time* the subject of owls comes up, I remember that book and wish I could see it again. So now, I'm going to own it, purely as eye candy. I hope there's a shelf it will fit onto.