Withdrawal

I woke up with a stomachache on this first day of abstinence. J woke at 5.30am, still a bit jetlagged, so I settled him on the sofa and reached for a... oh dear. No book, empty hands, what to do? Cue stomach pains. I think my body knows this is a bad idea, missing a critical input already. It's mad, but I feel bereft. Over breakfast I decided that catalogues are not banned, and read Big W. To be clear about the rules: Books (ficton or non-fiction), magazines, newspapers and the shiny wekend supplements are all banned. Catalogues, mail and documents I have to read for work are allowed. The stack of magazines I should read for work, but usually don't look at, are safely ignorable for another month. All this denial is supposed to open the door to all the other things I talk about doing but don't. Blogging (so far so good). Working out how to edit video. Paying bills. Sorting out my super. Toilet training (J, not me, I'm fine).