Wednesday and I struggle to the surface after another disrupted nights sleep. Once again my Fitbit thinks I have had two hours less sleep than I thought. I do my vitals, go and have breakfast and then potter around doing things like bringing in bins. Some stuff arrives to help me archive the family so I squirrel away my grandfathers medals and regimental insignia. I also put all the house documents that span the time from acquiring the land for the building to the acquisition of the property by my parents. The post man arrives and I have a parcel. It is a double present from my friend who has made me a T shirt for my rearmament and Chemo II phases, which I can open, and something for my birthday. I of course immediately open my “now” present and try it on. It lovely and I message my friend to thank her. The dark waves are appropriate but also contain beauty. I like it a lot.

I get myself ready and drive off to the gym. I find my usual spot in the changing room taken so use another more exposed locker. Up on the gym floor I grab a cross trainer and set up an hours session. With Ramstein loud I get under way. It goes reasonably well and I burn over 600+ calories.

After a shower I sit in the lounge with a hot chocolate adn order a certificate folder for my continuing document organisation. I drive home and sit on the garden swing seat chatting to my partner. She goes off to make tea and I do some weeding and tidying. The family eat late and I slink off to do my vitals before watching the Great British Sewing Bee. The evening ends as my family drift off to bed and I take my night drugs and draft the blog. The night has become a tricky time for me at the moment as I am not sure that I can reliably sleep. Its a strange feeling.