Friday and I wake and laze. I discover I have a huge amount of crap on one of my email addresses so spend ages unsubscribing to a load of sites I do not recognise. My partner brings me hot water to drink and I do my vitals, (still the arithmetic tells me I am healthy) and then change the one remaining bedside clock into Spring time. I get up for breakfast, clearing the kitchen as I go. With breakfast over and all my logs and journals filled in I now fill my drugs wallets for the next two weeks. Its tedious but I guess I owe my good arithmetic to them. The post brings me my pension upgrade information. Thank you the State for the triple lock. I do my budget recalculations and decide that I can weather the current financial climate. I count myself fortunate that past me overcame my dyslexia, studied, worked and saved when I could in order that present me is financially able to survive. I have little time before I am due to go to the chiropodist so make a first stab at drafting the blog.
My chiropodist is a wizard, I always come away with dancing and and happy feet. It is my bi-monthly feelgood fix of pampering. I am now wondering if I should have my nails done as well but wonder if this is taking self indulgence too far. So here I am with my first poetry collection on another platform and I am wondering if I should make another YouTube video to put up on my channel telling people it is there. On reflection I am inclined to wait until the next collection, The Travelling Years, is out there as well. I am aware that this is never going to make me money and I suppose that is the true definition of a Vanity Poet or at least a hobbyist. With that reflected upon I set out to research which other works by Calvino I want to read. My research leads me to order two more of his short stories, so I have new reading to feed me in the future.
The evening arrives and apart from a couple of regular programmes that I watch it is likely that the last two episodes of Nominated Survivor will get watched. Netflix cut the series after series three so I shall move onto the new series of Professor T on ITV-X. I am of course being deliberately sedentary and inactive in order to be able to go on the planned weekend treat of a murder mystery meal and a night away. After the aborted Spar experience I am determined to be good for this treat. As a result I am in “meander” mode till I reach night meds time and then hopefully “dead to the world” mode of sleep.
