Milk and Alcohol

It’s Sunday, and I’ve been up since 7.30am. I think I may be broken.

However, there are many good reasons why I couldn’t sleep in today. I have a deadline to hit, piece of wish fulfilment fiction that refuses to leave me alone and I was forced to take a day from exercise for no other reason than I was completely fucked. Even on my day off on Friday I managed 20k steps and I actually left my Fitbit to charge yesterday and didn’t wear it. That means a bigger session today, which is fine because my weight is actually holding steady despite eating in a far less planned manner than I’m used to. I need to have breakfast however because today I doubt I’ll make it to the Gym until after lunch, and I know my energy reserves won’t support leaving things that long without food. This week is the last before Easter break, so I’ll be doing Tuesday and Thursday with poached eggs for breakfast and making the most of the free time I have. The holidays are likely to end up as one long house cleaning festival too, because it has been far too long since I actually did domestic duties justice.

There’s a lot to think about right now in my various online lives. I suspect a lot of navel contemplation in the days that follow, and I’ll try to keep that here to a minimum.