Better

Slowly but surely. The doc prescribed antibiotics, which is unusual for him: we usually stick to "natural" drugs which seem to work as well, but he considered this case to require the big guns. We shall see. The sore throat is almost gone, my lungs are clear, there's just the sinus infection left to deal with - and the residual tiredness to make good.

He's a good doctor and an interesting man, by the way, I like him well. We recently met by chance (although the Germans say, "nothing in life happens just by chance", it's all interconnected and it all has a meaning) at lunchtime on Sunday of the seminar, he was there with his wife to spend the evening in a sweat lodge ceremony. We talked about this yesterday, he said that it had been a marvellous, enlightening experience.

Last night, I put down my book, noted that it was 10:50 and said to myself "nine hours sounds about right, wake up at eight tomorrow". On waking this morning, I remembered what I had said and looked at the alarm clock: 7:55. (I then dozed until 8:30, but that's another story.)

I shall go to the architects' this afternoon for a few hours. I feel that it is too early, but they have a major presentation on Thursday morning and my guilt gland is throbbing.