This was a very nice day - started early-ish, blood was 6.0, did some advanced flat-tidying...now most of the flat looks cool, and no-one, but no-one, is allowed in my office on pain of being avalanched. Then went on a fairly long walk with Ma. Came home, went to visit my aunt, who - as seems to be the trend for my familymembers this season - is in hospital. She's funny, so had a good time, with the exception of running foul of a moderately medical Dementor who patrolled the halls, limited visitor numbers, and made one don and remove gowns while going in and out...which of course one only had to do because the number of visitors per patient were severely limited.
Annnnyhow, after that, we came back home for Lee's birthday. d had cooked a roast dinner, made fresh bread, and baked a Boston Cream Pie for the lad, so very shortly, none of us could move...even those of us who could only sniff the cake and grind our teeth and sing happy birthday to the mad old bugger who, says d, will be the Jack Lemmon to my Walther Matthau in Grumpy Old Merthyr Men...
And now, I'm winding, if possible, down from this frenzied pace of excitement, and preparing for a Monday. Unusually, I haven't done any off-the-record, unofficial weighing this week, as I simply haven't had time. So Tuesday will come as a genuine surprise, whatever it says. I'm obviously not hopeful, as I also haven't had much time or focus for exercise, while I've eaten fairly starchily and carbily. But again, it'll be what it'll be.
"Seems like you've either gotta be doing this thing, or not doing it," said Lee this evening, with the simple logic of a blog-reader.
He's right of course. I haven't been properly 'doing this' since about the middle of March. Now it's April. Definitely time to buckle down.
Sigh.
Onto tomorrow, and a day of probably-buggerall-but-coffee.
And maybe some soup at Paddington, if I decide to really live it up a little.
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