Blood was an abominable 6.9 this morning. I recallibrated the machine, and it fell to 6.5, but still...
Had the time to do some exercise today, and did precisely buggerall - except walk about five miles (or so I'm told) in about an hour and a half. No biking, no gymning, no swimmin', no nuttin'. So you could legitimately say I've had the whole week off from proper Disappearing. People, bless 'em, keep telling me this makes a certain amount of sense - after 52 weeks of Disappearing, have a week off. Which is all very sweet, but hardly logical.
Well, the week ends here. Tomorrow begins a new calendar week, if not a new Disappearing week, and it's time to shake off the lethargy and get back to it. Tomorrow, as I've mentioned, should be a light day, being a travel-to-London, drink-coffee, do-very-little-else kind of day. I'm actually planning (assuming the bus gets me there in anything like good time), to catch up with Brenda tomorrow, while walking to Hyde Park Corner and back. Tuesday, I'm not doing my gym taster, as Ma has another eye appointment, but there will be biking, dammit. Yeah, I know, I've said that before, but this time, dude, there so, totally, will!
The rot stops here...
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