The 15th of January.  It is going to be an early night tonight. Well, as early as possible. As in, I will go upstairs and watch Sherlock in bed so I can go to sleep straight away afterwards. I was woken not long after eight this morning by the builders next door using the angle grinder, and tomorrow I have to get up super early for liver clinic (which is now on a Monday morning). 

Other than the noisy builders, it has been a pretty quiet day. I wrote up a blog post, watched Sunday Brunch, and worked on practising crocheting cables. I think I've got the hang of it now which is most pleasing - being able to do them properly has eluded me for ages. 

I also watched three more episodes of A Series of Unfortunate Events - it's too good and I can't help myself. Neil Patrick Harris is so excellent, and I'm enjoying Cobie Smulders and Will Arnett too. Having listened to all of the audiobooks when I had to live in the dark, and several times again since then, I can't wait to see how they do the rest of them. The first four books just won't do. 

My hands are still very dry. Leathery, one could call them. And not a soft leather, like a stiff, hard, scaly leather. Moisturising all the time, but this is going to take a while. 

The 16th of January.

Sherlock was not even worth staying up for in the end. So many questions, so many things wrong with it. Mycroft is a fucking idiot. 

Anyway. At least my very early clinic appointment meant I got through quickly. Philippa and James both really loved their crocheted animals for their respective children, and we got to see the latest pictures of James' new baby. Then down to the business of my body - I explained everything that happened over Christmas and how far we'd got in regards to fixing me. The only things that need to be sorted are my arm and eyes - James' secretary is going to get on the case about my arm (and the dates I'd rather not have it on) and we just have to wait for the eye appointment.

Then we were on our way and home just after half ten, at which point I needed more coffee. I am very sleepy. The rest of my day has been spent yawning, crocheting nothing in particular and having multiple chats with Shaki about the logistics of kitten/cat movement. It is very complicated.