Friday, I wake up feeling far more chipper than I did yesterday and I happily take my vitals, down my hot water and get up whilst my partner goes off to “bobbing about in the water” at the gym. I take my morning meds and get myself ready to row. sounds quite active but all of this is done at a snails pace with lots of diversionary activity along the way. I finally get to the rower and decide to try a brisk 30 minute session with the aim of making my 6 kilometre standard for the time. I strap in and set off. If I can hit my target I won’t have to listen to the odious Jeremy Vine at lunchtime. I work hard and indeed achieve my goal which is indeed satisfying.
The session get recorded in my journal and I then shower followed by a quick snack of home grown tomatoes and edam cheese. It is not long before my partner returns and we take Elsie out for a spin to the local shopping centre to return some goods and end up in Zizzi having a late lunch. Its a rare pleasure to eat lunch out and have time to sit and chat about the world and future plans. Feeling full we return home where upon my partner goes for a nap and I walk to the village pharmacy to collect my prescription and some indulgent goodies.
While my partner naps I do the days crosswords and read the right wing rag they are in. Nothing like knowing what the enemy is pumping out to its reader. No surprises really, the usual fear mongering and political snipping all under the banner of journalism while the money making bits focus on who was wearing what where and with whom. I confess I know none of these people especially those that try to out do life pain with each other. I was a teenage crocodile and no one believed me when I said I was abused by a social worker who wanted me as a hand bag. That sort of thing. The medical pages are the best. How to avoid dying of alcohol poisoning by astral plaining and crystal ingestion to realign your chakra, anything but stop drinking the bloody stuff. Just a different planet. The poor bastards who die in a tragic accident in a European city get relegated to page twenty something behind some inconsequential entertainment Arsehole who is consciously uncoupling from their pet dog. Any way I leave you to guess what rag this is.
Well that was fun. I read the whole thing avidly so that I can enter into conversation with anyone that I meet. I settle down to draft the blog and ease my way into the evening, which will see me watching a world cup qualifier and the last episodes ever of the Berlin Agency. Bodies all over the place so far, and I expect more with probably a dissatisfying conclusion. There will be night meds and then sleep before a weekend of mainly gardening as there is a window of opportunity to replenish pots and get plants into the ground for autumn and winter. I am also hoping the final version of the up coming anthology will appear. I think I might be becoming addicted to publishing, so an audio book might be on the cards.
