Tuesday 12.10 p.m.
                              Since I got back from the Samye Ling at the end of August, I've hardly been drinking. Mainly due to this, I think, I've lost over a stone in weight and now weigh in at eleven stone. I can't remember the last time I was eleven stone, probably a decade ago.
                              When I got back from the Samye, I put my jogging on hold and started being a bit more serious about prostrating. I've been doing about eight hundred a week, probably. I'm also trying to keep up my yoga, shadow boxing and tai chi, but the prostrations tend to push the rest into second place.
                               I've reached a new stage in the meditations, I think. I think I'm starting to stretch into something quite wonderful. All the effort has been so worthwhile. This is the hope and joy of my retirement. I find difficulty expressing how fantastic this feels because this blog is read by some of the most unfortunate creatures to walk the earth. Fancy hearing about the bliss and all and still being too dumb too meditate. It's beyond stupidity. It's tricky being a humanist when all the humans are walking around with their heads stuck up their backsides!!
                                 The Domestic Bliss is going away for nearly a fortnight towards the end of this week. I'll be days and days without having to see anyone. Hurrah!!