Yesterday, I couldn’t walk properly for large parts of the day. Monday’s PT ‘challenge’ completely destroyed my legs, in a manner I cannot remember anything else doing for a very long time indeed. This morning a scheduled Gym session ended up just as an hour on the Treadmill attempting to get everything to work again: things are better but I’m still in physical pain. I’m also incredibly tired and hugely irritable: I know why, and am trying to deal with that in the best way I can.
Therefore as a result, my ability to communicate successfully’s been compromised. This happens a lot: when there’s a lot physically to cope with, mental faculties suffer. As a result the plan to day is to simply focus on NaNo writing and aim for the earliest night possible under the circumstances.
I will return to you, hopefully better functioning, on Thursday.
Occasionally, a meme comes along that you look at and go ‘you know what, I need to do this’ because there is an overriding desire to get people to grasp what you are. I know a lot of the Internet like to hid behind a complex hybrid of pretensions and schemes, but I’ve never been one for that. I am, like it or not, just this. That means, if you take Sam Lowry from Brazil, Dr Daniel Jackson from Stargate (film version, NOT TV) and Craig’s incarnation of 007? Yup. That’s as good a descriptor you’ll ever have of me. In fact, the more I think about it, the more perfect this amalgam becomes. Any more than three and you lose the point. The fact they’re all male is a very intentional and key factor, because I have never associated with that many fictional heroines, and that’s a story for another day.
When my youngest asks me questions like ‘if you were an ice cream flavour, what would you be?’ I always struggle with credible responses. I know why this is: there needs to be the opportunity to consider the correct answer. I don’t work well without thought. I’m an Introvert. If that’s true, then I should not feel the need to make sure everyone in the World grasps what I am, surely? Well, yes and no. Knowing the three characters up top there extremely well, I can quite comprehensively attest that after many years of study and consideration, they are the best fit. This has NOTHING to do with the actors, let’s make that 100% clear. It is all about their fictional alter egos.
It’s also entirely possible the woman in the middle has the potential to muscle in on my list in the near future. It’s all gonna depend on how well she plays it when the movie finally releases. Until then? These guys do the job.
If it matters to you? Time to go do some homework.
The last twenty four hours have been in turn amazeballs and dreadful, and now I have a game launch to deal with. I don’t want to miss another day and so this is me, sticking a flag in the sand, and I’ll be back to build the castle in the morning.
I will be right with you.
I tried writing summat, but it came out as a huge whiny ball of self-centred bollocks, so I threw it away.
Come back and see me tomorrow.
Apologies for missing yesterday but an awful lot got thrown into it, including some quite significant personal gubbins that I’m really too tired to go into now. So, once I’ve had a decent night’s kip in my own bed I’ll be with you.
Your patience is appreciated.
There was a momentary period of panic when it became apparent that no phone signal at my current location equated to no code for my two step authentication, but fortunately I have a list of codes to hand to negate the technological shortcomings. WordPress’ app, although beautifully simplistic, lacks a lot of the charm of the web-based version, most especially the ability to use your own images. That’s quite a big draw in itself, and I’d be lost if I didn’t have a fully functional browser to compose on. Mostly, what this shows is just how horrendously awful Blogger’s entire interface is, either web-based or otherwise. Mostly, I am again reminded of just what a fabulous idea it was to move everything away with Google and settle here.
Traveling was not particularly problematic, even with the blow out on the M1. My other half maintains his 100% unblemished record as Best Husband EU and had us up and running within 30 minutes of the incident. I used an emergency telephone for the first time in 20 or so years, and fortunately there was only 15 miles left to crawl on the spare. Mostly, it was just one of those things. Now we’re here? The weather looks horrendous for the week but no matter. I did seven miles on the site before dinner (salad, no dessert) and suspect I’ll do about the same every day, mostly because my back is playing up and walking is the only sure fire way to ensure I’m not in agony.
It should also help me sleep.
Bring on the next four days of exercise, more exercise, occasional food breaks, exercise and probably lying in a pile going ‘BLEURGH.’ Welcome to what passes for relaxation for me, and it does, because I’ve never been the kind of person who can just lie on a lounger and get a suntan. Holidays mean making the most of every moment, not eating too much and burning more calories away than I do at home. Yes, I am probably doing this wrong, but I can’t help what I am.
Time to sort out the swimming costume for the morning.
This time tomorrow, I will be on holiday.
That thought alone is really rather gratefully received, as it’s been pretty full on for the last couple of months. I’d like to say I’m not going to think about ‘work’ while I’m away too but that’s never really true: whenever I go anywhere, I’ll write when I’m able. Normally I’d have pre-prepared five days’ worth of Other Blog content to cover the shortfall but this time there’s simply not been enough hours in the day. That means I’ll be being creative in the next five days or so, and working pretty much on the fly.
It should be quite interesting to see what I can come up with as a result.
As I’m off to be fit for five days, there’s less likelihood of being distracted by tea and snacks, plus if the weather is good I have more chance to be outdoors doing stuff. I’ve also got a bit of cash earned to spend on some new clothing (as the place we’re at has shops on site.) It will be more expensive than normal, but I can at least try stuff on without needing to throw myself into a shopping centre. Mostly I have no idea what size I am any more: half my clothing appears to be far too large all of a sudden. There will be at least some time in the swimming pool, quite a lot of miles on the roads around the area and I suspect bike time too. I’ve not actually ridden a road bike since San Francisco last year, so I’m looking forward to seeing if all the work has finally produced an improvement.
For now, there’s things I must do before I start packing. I should probably try and find some shorts. Perhaps it is finally time to get my legs out for the summer.
I’ve been awake since 5.30am. I really don’t have a clue.
Come back tomorrow when I’m actually capable, please.
I am really rather glad that this week is almost over. I’d like to say I have a stunning post full of revelatory insight, but sadly my brain right now is mush. I do have a cheese baguette, and it probably the best thing I have tasted for some time. That gives you an idea that mind and body really aren’t working in the same space.
Come back and see me tomorrow.
Yes, the theme has changed, and if you’re paying attention I’m undergoing a massive spring clean and alteration in all my other Blogs.
Therefore, today I am busy being somewhere else, and I’ll be back with you tomorrow :D