Drove to the city for dinner with my son.He has a medical condition which does not define him.I would like to help but cannot.However he is good company,funny and quick,and the meal was enjoyable.I'm afraid that I am often inappropriate,intrusive and politically incorrect so my job as a father is on course.
Then the long drive home,this time in the rain, while trying to resist the hypnotic effect of the road, the wine and the chronic lack of sleep.
Waiting until the tiredness is overpowering,as irresistible as a general anaesthetic,still unable to simply rest,despite early operating theatre in the morning.I really must change.Perhaps I might try meditation again.That voice keeps asking "who am I?"
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