I’m suffering from lethargy, remnants of a fever, and post-good-vacation-spoiled-by-unrealistically-high-expectations ennui.
We arrived back from the vacation on Friday night. I wasted the weekend under a paracetamol powered haze. Spent this morning preparing for an interview that didn’t happen. The afternoon was a fight between a paracetamol powered haze and the awesomeness of Dark Knight Returns, with my sick partner, Chewie, by my side.
Now I’m sitting here waiting for dinner so I can have dosas and retire.
Long sleep; morning in bed with a book Bruno and Chewie; an hour running around Guildford; lazy afternoon on the sofa with the book, the phone, Bruno and Chewie; short evening walk with all three boys; and I’m already back in the bed.
It’s been a long time since I had one of these. 2 months lost to injury, 2 before that lost to over training, over work, and lots of anxiety.
I slept well last night. Woke up and solved a cube in bed. Then walked around singing aloud. Did 8 and a bit pull-ups. Finished reading about Quentin Cassidy’s latest race. Ran; down to the river, across to Shalford and back, and up the hill; in the heat. Did a bunch of chores around the house. Did 5 pull-ups. Spent a few hours gardening. Spoke to parents. Drank a lot of liquid (not counting milk, tea and coffee).
It was a good day. Fully deserved those 5 check marks.
Should’ve saved that Magnum ice cream bar for today.