Day 24: The morning after...

As my recovery from Friday and Saturday came underway, my body felt the need to sleep for a very long time last night. Waking up in the afternoon can feel either good or bad, depending on the day ahead of you. I had nothing much to do today, so it felt good. But, unfortunately, I was really out of sync with my time management.

I realised that my milk had gone off (because we had to defrost the fridge the other day) and I had eaten all my bread, so my plan was to quickly pop to the shop and go on with my day. I wasn't sure if going to the shop with bed hair, slippers and pyjamas is a social norm in Latvia as it is in some places in England, so I kept it safe and made myself look decent (I still believe in my cavemen theory, but that's another story). Somehow, and I'm not quite sure how, I ended up going to the shop three hours after I had planned to do so. I had breakfast-cum-lunch-cum dinner at 5pm.

I seem to be running on this clock at the moment.

Walking around the supermarket, my eye caught some delicious-looking baked biscuits and I bought them. I had no idea what they were until I got home and Google Translated the name on the packet. A risk well worth taking I must say - all 12 of them were very yummy indeed!

Having no specific plans gives you a lot of time to think. These are just some of the thoughts that came to mind when walking to the shop:


-  On a subconscious level, although I am only 2 hours ahead of England, I still feel that I am living on England time.

 
-  Since Friday's incident, I have noticed that I now carry my keys in the mind everywhere I go. This is either signs of trauma or me just trying to be careful. 

 
-  I feel like I've been living Latvia for more than month. This is definitely a good sign that I've settled in!

So I had a relaxing Sunday but must make sure that snap out of this weird routine I've got going on for this week coming; my second film project is due to begin. If it's not acceptable to go to the corner shop in pyjamas, then I don't think it will be in the workplace. Biscuits I can do, but that is one risk that I'm not willing to take.