Categories: uncategorized
Tags: life
Date: 13 February 2010 22:18:53
I am in a hotel. Note: I am not in *an* hotel. An hotel. Doesn't sound right. An hotel. Sounds correct, but not right. So I'm in a hotel. We are staying in Southport visiting my wife's family. Hotels are weird. I have to simulate sleep from 8pm onward for my children's sake, though really I'm tapping nonsense onto Twitter or stifling giggles at Will Self being horrid about hotels in this week's New Statesman. Tomorrow we will go to church with my mother-in-law. This will mean an Elim Pentecostal service. I grew up in Pentecostal churches so I'm hard to shock, and it's always nice to get the old hands-in-the-air once in a while, but I'm sort of dreading it, too. You see, I've been feeling quite good recently. Much of the progress of my thoughts has been recorded here - I can't put my finger on exactly what's done it, I'm certain the sentence about ego and intuition from a little while back has been key, although it's hard to discount the benefits of a regular running regime too. But whatever the cause I've been happy and relaxed and peaceful, and I don't want some great cackhanded pastor loudly declaiming the sins of the flesh tomorrow morning and pressing a lot of buttons which would have been better left alone. Anyway, thanks for coming along on the journey. Hope to have a bit more sense to blog tomorrow.