DVT DAY 309
Monday, a team meeting day so a hearty bowl of muesli and coffee before settling down to the usual juggling around the internet till we all appear on the same screen. Four and a bit hours later and I am done. I sustain my self with noodles and prepare for the Tesco delivery. I change into my training gear and then move a car off the drive to give the Tesco delivery guy an easier access to us. While I wait I sort out my washing and clear the kitchen to fill the time. I have turned on the shed heater to warm it up for me to train in. Tesco deliver and my eldest daughter helps me unload the baskets and then leaves me to squirrel away the goodies. I am now a quartermaster who keeps track of our reserves and tucks away the odd can of spare beans to sustain us in times of shortage. I am putting away my fresh and warm clothes when a friend rings me to chat about work and the challenges of home schooling their daughters. This lockdown seems more difficult to balance, it has no intriguing newness to prompt the creative spurt that the first one had. This lockdown has no “romance” about it, everyone knows the way its going to go and what its going to be like. The future of it feels bleak with the added threat of the new virulent version of the virus, so this time everyone knows its going to be a grind. I think many of those who got through last time may find this time too much or at least will need to find a new adaptation. Those who have any free floating anxieties are going to attach them to COVID and what ever else they carry as concerns. Households are likely to feel more pressure cooker like, which means its going to be more important than ever to find ways to relieve the pressures.
Taking my own advice I head to the shed to spend an hour on the bike. I am so pleased I pre warmed the shed.
Calories
I got back to the house and move the car back on the drive then flopp knackered on the sofa. My partner brings me tea and I settle to watch some TV conscious that I have a training session to run tomorrow, but I write the blog before I lose the will to.
Tonight it feels like an effort and I think my scan and going to the hopistal on Friday is niggling away at the back of my mind. The actual scan is fun, lots of high tech whizzing and whirring however its going to a hospital full of sick people right now wearing a mask and being careful. I guess it will go okay, the other options are not acceptable.
