Thursday, its gas pipe day so I am up early, breakfasted and writing a to do list for the day. I am in on my own as the household have gone to the warmth of their work places. It is not long before the gas guy knocks on the door to disconnect the gas supply and then disappear. For me it was then just a case of working through my to do list.
- Poetry update
- Poetry Stanza preparation
- Book Tesco and do the order
- Pay the Rentokil insurance
- Check the garden camera
- Cut and manaicure my nails
- Sort out the gas man when required.
- Train.
Its not an impressive list but when things like needing to pay Rentokil takes more than five times, the tasks and the time stretches out. By mid afternoon I am through the list. Along the way it has been pointed out to me that the poem I submitted for this coming Saturdays Stanza meeting has a mistake in it. I have fallen foul of my dyslexia and spelt the German word Haifisch with an L in it instead of the i. I have to make the correction and resend the entry. Haifisch is the German for shark. My new book arrives, its another Neil Gaiman, American Gods. I dip in and quickly fond myself wanting to read more.
The gas is back on quite soon adn my partner returns just as I am getting ready to train. I go off to the garage and strap into the rower for half an hour at a slightly higher resistance level. Its cold in the garage but the extra resistance means I work a bit harder. Its a reasonable session with a calorie burn of 400+.
I return to the house and record my session as my partner makes tea. We eat and I start to draft the blog while my partner does her singing lesson on line. I return to American Gods and will retire early tonight once I have downed my night meds as I have a vampire session in the morning as I give a blood sample in preparation for my oncology review next Tuesday.
