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Watch sports, gardening in & out, cleaning

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Empty dishwasher

Groom the boy

Vacuum non carpeted parts of the house

Soak and part clean the air fryer tray, etc

Clean kitchen

Refill & start the dishwasher

Water indoor plants

Liège Bastogne Liège

Quick grocery trip to Tesco

Liège Bastogne Liège

Empty dishwasher

Make kongs for the week

Watch a bit of FA cup semi final

Prepare the window baskets on the front for planting

Trim the fuchsia

Clear the vines from far end of the garden

Trim all the vines to transport to the bins in front

Play with the boy on the lawn in between

Clean 💩

Clean up the trimmings

Vacuum the carpeted parts of the house, including the bedroom

Feed the boy

Feed me

Watch an episode of House

In bed, listening to some easy, vocal heavy jazz. The boy is heavy, fast asleep next to me. The whisky is nearly over. Eyes are drooping.

Terrible sleep

Kept drifting in and out of sleep most of the night. There are numerous moments through the night that I remember being uncomfortably awake in. There are also lots of blank spaces between those moments, so I was likely asleep then. It was all too discomforting. I don’t feel mentally rested at all.

It may have been the heat. It could also have been the larger than usual amount of caffeine I had—2 coffees and a Coke zero. The late ice cream and then lounging on the sofa may also have added to it. Latent anxiety and regret from an interview earlier in the day may have lent a hand as well. Though I feel that a combination of the first two was likely mostly responsible.
(It didn’t help that Bruno went and spread out in front of the fan, blocking any air from reaching me!)

Anyway, now I’m wasting time writing this note while waiting for coffee to hit the head so I can start working :/

To Stars Hollow

I have too many important things hanging in delicate balance. In none of them is the ball in my court. They’re all triggering my anxiety.

Each of them individually is enough to turn half my head grey. Together, they’ll run me bald. The head shave appears foresight now.

This is not good. I’m siwnging every day between happy, optimist, productive periods and long periods of anxiety. I miss my days of steady, productive work.

It even stopped snowing.

I’m not happy.

At least things are back to happy and normal in Stars Hollow. I just wanna go hide there for a little while.

Je suis content

It’s sunny and still. It’s beautiful.

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Weight is down.

Good music in the background all morning.

Back up to 3 pull-ups.

Doing ‘new’ work—challenging, sometimes frustrating, but always rewarding and teaching.

I’m loving my bald head.

Today’s a good day.

Continue reading Je suis content

Tick. Tock.

Score hit 1600 on one page. Up.

Another proposal rejected, apparently withouta second read, by a team marketing solution for second reads. Down.

Spoke to ma pa for nearly 90 minutes. Up.

Had a short, 5-minute angry rant midway. Down.

Rested all day and stretched twice. Up.

Legs are still stiff and hurting, with 10 miles on the training plan tomorrow. Down.

Played and snuggled with boy. Up.

Lying alone on the sofa thinking bad thoughts, when I should be asleep. Down.

Status.

Text to R this morning:

I don’t want to go run in this freezing cold.
I just want too snuggle up with the warm bachcha, hot chocolate, hot samosas and watch Gilmore girls.

After a good interval running session in freezing cold:

I’m the next Kipchoge. I’m the new Mary Kitane. I can beat Shelly Ann Fraser Price. David Rudisha is me. Mo Farah wants to be me!

Hormones and all that stuff …  :)