It’s Wednesday. Ah, so that means it’s bin day – although that’s strictly Tuesday as the bins have to be out by 6am and I don’t even know what 6am is, but they can still come back in today. And it’s gig list day. And it’s Dallas on the telly day – although that may not last very long if the main reason I’m watching (aside from curiosity) ends up leaving.
Wednesday is also a Yoga day, and even though that worked me a bit on Monday, I’m looking forward to doing that today. Shock, horror … Holly was funny the other evening. Throughout the routine she washed herself, but she was mesmerised by the slide-show they used for the relaxation part at the end and ended up curling up and falling to sleep. Rufus thought it was a big game, as usual. I really need to break him of climbing all over me when I’m on the floor.
It’s the second Wednesday of the month, so do I go to our local parish meeting this evening or do I bob along to one of our spiritualist churches that holds services every Wednesday? One is at 6pm, or it could be at 6:30pm, they weren’t sure when I asked them … the other is at 7pm. I want to go to parish meetings to find out more about the village; I want to go along to services because of work. Decisions, decisions – no doubt work will come first.
When I work every day of the week I lose track of time, I forget what day I’m on. This is one reason I take the weekends, when I can, for definition. Another reason is to do all the chores I don’t get time to do in the week. Another is just to recharge. Sometimes I have to glance at the calendar on my laptop or phone to remind me what day it is, and sometimes I check the telly magazine – and then kick myself if I missed something yesterday.
And it’s a big reason I love the diary, but if I don’t have it near to hand I forget to do jobs that are scheduled in for that day too.
I don’t want to get into the frame of mind that every day’s the same. I think that would bore me rigid. And it would be a clue that old age is creeping in – I’m not ready for old age yet.
How do you define your days if you’re not in a 9-5 Mon-Fri (or other) job? (I make mine a 9-5 Mon-Fri job, but then there’s often overtime.)