| [Tags**|friends, phew, revival, sleep] [Current Music** |
Samuel Barber, _Adagio for Strings_] [Current Mood |
sleepy]Where I last broke off this narrative, I was mentally cursing a loud child who was inflaming my temper on the train. Shortly thereafter I found that I was sitting in the carriage with the cheerful dinosaurs painted on the sides and the playground in the upstairs compartment. Double-decker trains with dinosaurs, slides and a climbing-frame; welcome to Switzerland. I forgave the damn brat. mut met me on the platform and took me home, where I was fed in the lovely peaceful company of Mat and his colleague Usha, a middle-aged Indian woman who exudes an aura of weary saintliness. That was Peace and Food. Then I was led to a bed where I fell straight through the sheets and into dreamless oblivion to wake up twelve hours later in a state of tousled befuddlement. That was Sleep. And I was hugged and wished well, and that was Love.We went for a walk up to my old familiar stomping grounds on the Jura, which I find myself missing. The Jura was brooding magnificently, cloud-capped over its darkly forested flanks. When we came home I got fed again and promptly once more fell asleep for another hour.And now I'm back in Zurich in my little flat, feeling so, so much better. Mat, Usha: thank you so much. You could see how much I needed that, and I'm terribly grateful.Hmm, I feel a little drowsy. Maybe another ten hours' sleep are called for. |