A week at home

I have been on the go all week as usual with some extra bonuses such as a play Straight White Men  about three grown men who are disappointed with how their lives are and finding a purpose in their lives. Heavy, funny, unresolved and interesting. Then the next day I attended an Arcapella performance of the Russian orthodox service devided by Rachmaninov. The voices were exquisite but the church was freezing and I have been struggling to get dressed appropriately  for the weather since returning. I am either too hot or too cold.   Leonie and I went rushing off to a Carlton Cafe for hot coffee to warm us. I had had trouble parking the car and driving across from Glen Iris to Carlton at mid afternoon was unbelievabley congested. I felt so despairing after the efficiency of Tokyo transport.

I haven't been sleeping well. I think it is because I am not expending as much physical energy. My mind is too active and out of step with my body.