Day Three

Woken again, at about 2:11am, by an empty lorry thundering past. Managed to fall asleep soon after, though.
Phone alerted me to time being 8:45am, time to take my pill. Dozed for a while after, missing the cat. It was a chilly morning, hence breakfast (the usual, plus about six chocolates) not al fresco. Felt ravenous, so prepared lunch from leftover potatoes, a couple of eggs, fried into a kind of Spanish omelet, on a bed of Lollo rosso with fresh herbs.
Headed down to just south of Kilmelford to visit the studio of an artist friend and really enjoyed the drive, the scenery, and the company at Karen's studio. Gorgeous artwork, fabulous garden, warm, sunny weather.
On the way home, dropped in on some friends who will soon be moving away. She wasn't in but I blethered with her partner for a bit, then headed home.
Spent two hours digging up a few more potatoes and weeding the garden, there are SOOOOO many weeds! Nearly missed the time to take myself to the cinema for – hold tight! – Rock of Ages. Oh, well. The music was way too loud but it was fun, all the same.
Had a text from the cat's family saying she's fine and has settled in well; seemed to remember the place. That's really good to know. She sounded so distressed when I handed her over in the basket, it broke my heart.
Is Concerta making a difference? Not at all sure. Certainly feel the same old impatience on the road when a clueless tourist is taking a 60mph road at 35mph, and enjoyed overtaking a slow-coach when I could see that the road was clear even though there were a couple of wide curves.
What I have felt a couple of times is a hint of dizziness when getting up quickly from sitting down or straightening fast from bending over. I used to have that a lot when I was much younger, not so often of late. Appetite is healthy enough; haven't eaten since that breakfast-dessert-lunch binge and don't feel hungry, just thirsty. That certainly IS different.