The conference is over at last! It was physically and mentally punishing, but I have learned a great deal. I could’ve done without the sensory assault, I should’ve managed it better, but it worked out well in the end and I will try to learn from this how to take my own sensory quirks more seriously and with greater respect. I have braved three days packed with mostly abstract verbal pontificating and vigorous exchanges of philosophical arguments, there were points where my brain felt burnt out from trying to concentrate on the buzzing swarm of words being hurled to and fro, but I am pleased with myself for persisting, and even gleaning a great deal of ideas from a perceptive realm outside of mine.
The journey continues.
After the conference, everyone gathered into smaller groups and configurations, making plans for the evening. All I wanted to do was to crash into bed. My final evening in Oxford, before I beetle off to Cardiff. My indefatigable greed told me I needed food before the big crash. I obeyed. I trotted downtown to Queen Street, and made a bee line for Marks and Sparks – where else? Again, once inside, I had to quell the urge to buy more than I needed. I didn’t quite succeed – for some unknown reason, I gravitated towards the breads and cakes section, and into my basket popped a pack of mini pancakes. But that was my only departure from the ‘strictly dinner’ theme. I love the 2 for 3 pounds mini meals, that meant I could have two different meals rather than one large one. I liked the spinach pasta with pine kernels the last time, so I picked up one of those again. Routine and familiarity, remember? But I decided not to be such a boring Aspie, and for the second item, I chose the orca pasta with roasted tomatoes. I also indulged in a pack of pancetta! I love the Italian hams, and cannot resist pancetta whenever available or affordable. I was quite disappointed with the spinach pasta this time around, it was swimming in oil, so I didn’t finish everything.
Fever has been hovering stubbornly. Headache too. The ulcers are throbbing right now and I wish I had access to ice. My throat is longing for a nice cold drink! I did crash into bed after filling my tum, but woke up 5 hours later. So here I am. I guess I should pack, shower, and crawl back into bed again?
I do miss my Lucy. But I don’t have such a huge ego that makes me want her to miss me too. I’d rather that I miss her than she me, because these emotions can be so much more overwhelming and scary for a doggy than for the human. She has no idea of time, if she misses me, she would not know that I shall be back. I can see from the photos sent to me by her lovely guardian that she is having a grand time with the two boys, Lenny and Ty. This mum is happy.
Keep going, Bunny!