I caved

Tavendale came around and we went for lunch at Side On (the place on Moray with the cardamom buns), and got nice food while having a pleasantly random chat.  After walking home I got a bit weird on him - not sure why, may have just been unhelpfulness from my brain.  Hopefully he has known me long enough to not hold it against me now.  At least we don't live in the same city, so he is safe from my brain deciding that we could do worse than just settling for each other.  Maybe he could do worse, but he could also do a lot better.

 Maybe (well, not maybe, definitely) I am just overthinking things.  I blame my dinosaur boxers.  Every time I wear them I end up second-guessing if there is 'date' type thinking going on.

Then late afternoon I caved and broke out the deep heat again to get my arm moving.  And then sat around wondering why it is called deep heat, or why it claims to cause heat, when the sensation is all coldness.  but obviously it is because the cold is a lie and the body's response to that lie means there is some warm.  And I am rambling at the zero readers of my blog.  I'm a monster.  Sorry zero readers, I apologise for wasting no actual time of anyone except myself.  And maybe some Russians using this to train bots in idiomatic English.

Then my family declared dinner plans, which seemed a good way to wake myself up for a quiz I intended to go to.  We went to Spirit House and had Thai food dinner watching over the ocean.  It just made me sleepier.  So I came house to do a LOT of nothing.  Haven't gone to bed early - but haven't done anything that involves being actually awake or thinking.

Am generally just feeling very out of it.

And I am making overnight oats with sliced almond and buckwheat in it and pretending that makes it bircher as I have no idea what actually makes bircher different from overnight oats.