Wednesday and I wake up groggy having slept deeply late in my nights sleep. Something my Fitbit confirms. I get up and dress and make myself coffee, but I am reticent to have breakfast as my mouth is sore from yesterdays steel invasion in the name of hygiene. I’ve just made my coffee and a friend rings. Its an age since we last talked so we catch up for an hour and check out how each other are. We both have issue with maintaining adequate spoons to get through the days so its good to talk to someone who understands how it is. After an hour is time to go so I move onto a late breakfast.

The post arrives and contains a letter from a friend who regularly writes. Its time for another coffee and the luxury of time to read a letter. It is no doubt one of the pleasures of my life. Having had my time of relaxation and pleasure I set about washing and waxing my car. Its so quick to type yet the effort required is immense. Not only do I wash an wax my vehicle I also T-Cut the minor scratches I find as I wash away the dirt. I am on a roll so I get to work hoovering the new rug and the rest of the downstairs. So it turns out to be a productive time but I still have not trained and it is this that nags at me. Once I start to change into my kit a sort of ritualistic process kicks in and I just end up kitted out and ready to go. In the garage I strap into the rower and set myself the goal of an hours row at my cruise level. Its a difficult start as I really do not feel that I want to, so I grind through the initial twenty minutes and then I begin to free up and find a rhythm. It turns out a reasonable session and I burn over 800 calories.

By the time I have recovered, logged the session in my journal its almost time for tea. As the evening starts and I begin to draft the blog I feel my energy drain away and know that I shall be going to bed early this night. Perhaps I shall read but in my head I am planning to do drastic things to the private hedge on the front garden. But for now it is time to vegetate for a bit and watch football and or Midsomer Murders before night meds and bed.