>The person that sent the stroppy, rude, ignorant email last week that started me off so badly? Apologised. The person that sent out the unedited pdf in the first place? Apologised. The magazine? Almost done – we’re on the home stretch. Things at work have started to improve.
I got all of my pdf corrections and amendments off to the designer yesterday, and my boss was sending his this morning. That means I’m waiting now for pdfs to come back and get signed off.
On Monday I did some extensive diary work, remembering to include R&R as well as everything else. So far, everything is being ticked. I also hauled out all of the freezer drawers to see what home made meals I had in there, and every evening this week I’ve been cooking and eating stuff before it gets too old and has to be thrown out (I label them with the date made as well as what’s in them). I’m eating proper meals again, have cut back on the snacking, and am writing everything down.
I’m trying to cut down on the mega-feast I always seem to take out with me everywhere I go. It’s like a subconscious need for survivial – maybe in a previous life I starved to death and don’t want it to happen again. When I work at home, it isn’t a problem. But when I go out …? I could probably feed the five thousand. This week I’ve cut 1 x Mr Kipling cake slice from the sandwich box (why do they have to pack them in 2s?); next week it might be the Quavers that get it …
I’ve been feeling really stiff and had trouble reaching my shoes to tie my laces. My back has been playing up again and I don’t know why. On Monday I got the Wii out. On Tuesday I started with just 15 minutes of yoga. By Wednesday I was tying my shoe laces, just on 15 minutes of yoga. Today I feel ready to tackle another walk this weekend. It’s a 2½ mile doorstep walk around Whiston in Rotherham. In the afternoon I was going to make a long overdue visit to the Magna Centre, which isn’t far from where I work yet I’ve never been. But admission is £10 – a bit steep the week before pay day – so I may just do my shopping on the way home.
On Tuesday I got the Roche Abbey post pre-scheduled for Sunday. I’m not turning a computer on every day, and I’m not sat in front of one every day. When I’m writing, in the early stages, and for several drafts, I work in longhand with a notepad and pencil. Until I get onto later drafts there’s no need to use a computer. So, while I don’t have to switch a computer on, I’m not doing so just to write a blog. I’m sorry if this means you tune in on a Saturday or a Monday and there’s nothing here, but it’s why I’ve started to pre-schedule the days-out posts for the weekends. When I’m back in front of a computer every day again, I’ll blog every day again. At the moment, it’s unnecessary time out of my writing/leisure time.
Yesterday evening was another Ramblers meeting in Mexborough. By Christmas I hope to be up to 5 miles so that I can start going walking with them again without feeling a burden. They’ve already asked if I’d like to adapt a couple of my short walks into slightly longer ones so that they can come with me.
Pluto went direct on Tuesday. I’m waiting for a secret to be revealed. :o)