If you have a titter in your throat right now, and those words made it worse, shame on you ! I have made progress today. Not the sort of progress that most people would be proud of, but at least things have moved in the right direction. I have one small section of floor that is now clear and (relatively) clean, which is good, and a variety of other items have found homes as part of that. No, my surfaces are not clear, but it is an improvement. I have also just distributed cards to those in my local walking
Tag: Motivation
The dog ate his foot the other day. No, you know, in the way that dogs nibble on their feet. I got some pictures and made a nice image. I’ll share it here. Since then, he has cut one of his paws slightly. It only bled a little but the wound is reasonably wide so I’m trying to keep him quiet for it to heal. The trouble is that he is not yet two years old and he doesn’t really want to do quiet. So it is the usual battle between what’s speediest to recovery and what is nicest to the
I bought myself a Christmas present. To be fair, nobody else will. That’s not because some won’t want to, but a few years ago I decided to ask everyone to refrain. This isn’t a Grinch thing, but a “I have all the nonsense I need plus a whole bunch of nonsense I don’t” thing. It has also stopped my only recurring nightmare which involved Christmas morning and me not having bought any presents. I bought an Apple Watch. This seems like a very poor purchase given I bought one six years ago and haven’t worn it much. The mistake then
I woke today with a sense of “being better”, further suggesting I have been off-colour of late. Was it as a result of poor diet (very likely) or could it have been a sneaky Covid infection without the classic symptoms ? We shall never know. I’m not great, but then that’s pretty much normal for me. I did have some energy though this morning. So I felt I had to use it properly. I got the dogs out to the park where we met several of our dog friends : Tia, the dog-walker pack, Daisy and Holly, Frøya the huskie,
I am pausing. I have been trying to clear some space down in my bathroom and kitchen (the two rooms on the ground floor – weird, huh ?) because I have ordered a load of dry dog food to arrive while it is on Black Friday pricing. This has involved me moving myself and objects. The excess weight of one makes the other all the more challenging. It isn’t a job that is fun to do although any clear space achieved will give me a small uplift, I’m sure. However I’m finding lots of reasons to huff. Shit I bought
When I fill in forms for the doctor, I don’t often score that badly. For example, I never fall asleep in the middle of doing things, so one of the standard sleep score tests doesn’t think I have too bad of a problem. Of course one way I keep that score down is by rarely doing anything. Neat trick – can’t fall asleep when reading if you never pick up a book. Today I went for my usual Saturday meet-up. I felt a bit sluggish and my sympathy towards terribly driving around me was even lower than normal, but the walk
So the past day and a half have been the usual wobbly affairs, by which I mean they have gone up and then down as the hours have passed. First thing, we went on a walk with Auntie Rose to the woods. That was lovely. There was unexpected rain as we set off and the roads were pretty sticky, but by the time we arrived the skies had cleared and we had a lovely stroll. Dogs and friend had a nice time, and there was even a chance to stop for a cuppa before we headed home. Within five minutes
I threw myself out of bed last night. I can’t recommend it. I had been dreaming about a comedienne who did a great routine (well done Aisling), then she introduced a two-piece singing group who were singing a lovely song that I was sure I had heard before. I was chatting to a man with a strong West Indian accent about the music when, as so often happens, crocodile-shaped space aliens descended en masse and tried to eat us all. I attempted to twist out of the way of one…and ended up on the floor, via the handles of my
Come. On. England. Must be important to fight just how deeply asleep I was when my alarm went off this morning. #NotThatKindOfCricket
I feel very “manly”, if that’s a thing any more these days. Why ? Because I FIXED something. I have these things called MegaFlares. You put them on the road if you break down or have an accident, and they flash very bright LEDs to warn other drivers. They can be driven over, they float, they’re magnetic…useful thing. They’re also a luxury. So when they stop working, I don’t replace them any more. But then I had an idea… The most likely malfunction seemed to me to be that the batteries were so old they wouldn’t hold a charge any