Thursday and its another suit day as I have meeting to attend. So a smoothie breakfast with coffee and drugs. Dead on 10am I am screen locked talking to my colleagues about the meeting I am going to later in the morning and the state of the team. It is a lively and thoughtful hour. At 11am I am back in front of the screen with a grid of new faces. It is not consultative, it is a fait accompli and so its about extracting the information and sharing it with colleagues. Post meeting I am writing emails and arranging meetings to do the resulting work from the meeting. A soup lunch and there I am again in front of my screen hosting an open forum. It is a good session and I come away from it feeling tired but useful. I notice my nose is running and I sneeze, this is not good as I feel cold. There is only one thing to do, train. I get out of my suit and tie and into my training gear, then I head for the garage. It’s to be the rower for half an hour with a view to raise my body temperature and fight any virus I might have picked up. Its my standard response to feeling I might have a cold. So I get on board and give it a real go.
Kilometres 
Time and Calories
Wow I’m good. I row a personal best by over 0.7 of a kilometre, that is a huge chunk. Go me. I instantly go for a hot bath bomb bath to keep me warm and ease the limbs. Still more emails to send before having tea and settling down for a quite evening. In theory tomorrow is free but I have an assessment to write, letters owing, an invoice due and of course training to do. I’ve also received the questions I am going to be asked as part of a pod caste next week, some interesting slants on some of the questions, but a surprise about a service I had forgotten I started after I left prisons. When I work like to day I feel I have not attended to my friends and I wonder if I am getting institutionalised in my own home.
