The Carving and the Carved

One of those days. Started working later than planned, because there was Other Work to shove in and do ahead of it. Did my Twyn walk this morning - which I've just checked out, and which turned out to be just about 4 miles, though it probably scores over the Taff Trail 5.5 miler on the grounds that very much of the Twyn walk is uphill.

Anyhow, did it, ended up at Ma's to load her car with stuff she's getting rid of, then had a lift down from hers, in order to be at my desk by 9. Had my cereal breakfast, which at the time I didn't realise I'd just burned enough calories to negate. As I say, Other Work came in to put my Work schedule back, which is frankly rude, but then, such is the nature of Work and Other Work. Worked the work-day through, and d came home with potential options for the evening. Apparently, there's a new Iron Man movie out, and she dangled it provocatively in front of me.

"I'm behind schedule honey," I told her, "and I really need to carve out some time to bike too..."

This I think is true - the morning walking is all very well, but it's not giving me active exercise time in terms of calorie-burning, so I need, over the next handful of days, to add something else in too if I'm to make the kind of progress I want to make. So I did - I carved out a chunk of our evening, and went and sweated on the bike.

While this is all very fine and dandy from a Disappearing standpoint of course, I'm entirely aware that when I carve like this, it's d who generally bears the brunt of the blade. It's a Friday night, and she's entirely entitled to expect to..y'know...see her husband. It's a source of some guilt, to be sure.

Tomorrow, we're off to Cardiff for breakfast - just, mainly, because we have seen so little of each other over this last week that we'd like to mark our shared existence somehow. Have to be back for lunchtime though, as there are groceries coming and I will have to go back to work, and again, at some point, carve out some exercising time.

Work looks pretty solid until at least the middle of June at the minute. Tomorrow's breakfast, and moments like it, are how we ensure that with all the carving I need to do, there's still the recognisable shape of Us left underneath it all.