Monday and I wake after a good nights sleep knowing this is to be a training day. I take my vitals, which are pleasingly good, and get into my training gear before having breakfast with my partner. I take my morning meds and then I sit and read my emails and messages. I am pleased to find that the editing team have sent me four possible book cover designs for the upcoming poetry collection. I choose one and respond to the team, suggesting a slight tweak to the front cover. I also decide to go with the blurb written by the editor for the back cover of the book. It feels as if we are getting close to the finished article now and will soon be looking to up load it to the platform.

With the book work done I put my washing in and head for the garage and the rowing machine. I put my ear buds in and select a training track that will see me through the 45 minute session that I have programmed into the machine. I start at quite a fast pace and the training track drives me forward. By the end of the session I am very hot and sweaty and quite ragdoll like. The effort has proved worth it as I have smashed my personal best by some 683 metres. It is an unexpected row but most welcome. Go me!

I am knackered and go to the sofa to recover and record my session. Out of the blue a friend rings me and we have a long chat about family, schooling and what we have both been doing over the last couple of weeks. Its a real pleasure to have the conversation and the catch up. We chatted about the coming month and the things we have planned, it would appear that both families will be busy, mine with family visitors and cancer admin, while hers will be preparing for York Pride. When the chat ends I go out and hang my washing out, taking advantage of the late sunny afternoon before eventually going for a shower.

Feeling refreshed I start to draft the blog until tea time when I eat with the family. Tonight my partner has a singing lesson, my eldest daughter has gone to an art class and I return to the blog while waiting for Tesco to deliver. With that out of the way I can gather in my washing and settle down to read or do something mindless. It will end with night meds, the finger splint and finally bed as I look forward to tomorrows trip to the dentist, never a favourite pastime. I am very tired and spoonless after todays efforts.