My plan this morning was to make today a better day than yesterday. The jury’s out on that one. Yet again I’ve been distracted and unable to prioritise doing the things I wanted to do.
Still, I did manage to go for a walk, and used it to post another package to someone with a birthday coming up. I had a lovely phone call with a friend (at last!). I explored another cemetery I haven’t been to before. I managed to make another face covering (still got to figure out what to use for the ties though – not sure yet about that one). I did several admin jobs that have sat in the pile for too long, reducing the size of the remaining pile to a satisfying degree.
In fact, as I write it down, I realise that I’ve managed to fit in a lot more than it felt like I had. Which I’m finding is one of the benefits of writing this daily blog right now – it helps me keep things in perspective, and challenges the ‘haven’t I done a lot today’ or ‘I don’t know where today went, I’ve hardly done anything’ narratives that go round in my head.
Then I came home and realised that actually I didn’t feel great, and spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around listening to a radio play, knitting, and drinking tea. What luxury, to have the freedom to make that choice.
Meanwhile, Malcolm used some of the scrap and salvaged wood I’ve collected on the allotment to build me a work top in my allotment shed. I’ll use it for sowing and potting up (how wonderful!), and I’m looking forward to spending time over there tomorrow at long last. PGTG* as my great aunt used to say.
I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow xx
*she was in the habit of abbreviating ‘please God, thank God’ to just PGTG. Was it just her, or did others do the same? I’ve no idea.