Thursday and I wake up knowing it is cold and also the first day of Cycle 19. I go through my waking routine including vitals and get up and into my training gear. A haste glass of water and morning meds and I am heading for the garage and the rower. Its the coldest yet, a meagre 2 degrees. I strap in and get going quickly to get warm.
Its a bit of a grind but I get to the end with a reasonable output, not bad for a cold day when I am huddled up in my track suit. The session gets recorded before I change into some warm clothes and get on with filling my drugs pouches for the next two weeks. Its a tedious job but keeps me on track and. lets me easily check that I am taking my meds. Lunchtime rocks around and I cook myself and my partner filled pasta. So I dribble into the afternoon and set about preparing for the Poetry Stanza on Saturday by downloading all the poems that have been submitted so far adn reading them through. Some I like others are just a plain mystery so I decide to send every one my Dylan Thomas poem, a very short irreverent one, which I hope will lighten the mood and move things on a bit on the day. It does prompt me to order two books, one by Dylan Thomas, which are short essays on how to be a poet and another book that proports to tell one how to be a poet, I can’t wait for them to arrive as I suspect they maybe everything I loathe about the poetry industry but then again there maybe some useful stuff in them. All I can do is remain open to ideas.
Amazon start to deliver Christmas parcels and I have to find room to squirrel stuff away, which for some reason is more difficult this year, I seem to have accumulated more clothes that I am not sure where they have come from and my sisters ashes are taking up space where I used to hide things. I really need to do something with her. Having cleared away the kitchen I draft the blog and settle down to read before the evening arrives, it is such a bind these days now that the world goes dark at half past four. I noted my squirrel earlier tucking into the peanuts that I put out yesterday, I think he bides his time until the day warms up and pops out for a one off forage.
My evening seems bound to be a reading one and a dose of TV as staying warm is a priority although I’ve can feel some more Christmas shopping creeping up on me. I friend phones me and we have time for a quick chat as we go about our evenings before I reach night meds time and a way to my bed.
