The Twice Night

Sometimes, you just can't stop doing what you're doing, you know?
I carried on working after d went to bed last night, expecting to just do a couple of hours of work.

At 6AM, I was preparing to get dressed and go down the Trail, when d came into the office.
"You coming to bed...like...at all?" she asked blearily.
"Nnnnnotsomuch, I don't think honey," I admitted.
She made a face. It was the kind of face that our kids, if we'd had any, would have probably described as "Mom's Counting To Three Face."
"Bed, mister," said d. "Just get an hour, then do what you like. You cannot do two days on no sleep!"
I huffed my way to bed, and if she'd been in the mood, I'd have some some comedy kid-stuff - pouting and moping and going "'s'not fair..."

I judged that she probably...alll things considered...wasn't in that kind of mood.

I woke up next at 8.30, having been asleep for two and a half times the length of time I'd promised. I was seized with a certain existential panic, thinking of my Stuff To Do List - which, before you feel too sorry for me, had two hours of Iron Man movie slap bang in the middle of it. Came down, did some mental mathematics, abandoned the idea of walking the Trail this morning, and then frankly milled about like the proverbial spare appendage at an orgy, huffing and pouting and biting my nails.

"You look all kinds of discombobulated," said d.
"Hmm..." I agreed, unable to change my own gears. I had my cereal breakfast and took my steroids.
"Ach..." I said, shaking myself by the scruff of the neck. "On we go..." - and went up and did and hour'd hard biking, sweating away more than six hundred calories.

That turned today entirely around for me. The music, the pushing, the drenching in my own delightful oils and juices - it was as though it burned the fog of chaos off my brain. I feel like I need that on a daily basis to clear the brain at the minute, so am grateful that d put me to bed, and grateful that she called me on my huffy dickishness, cos that lead me to find a way out of it.

Oh - dinner, for the calorific completists, was home made meatbeals (yep, she does that too!) in a tomato sauce, one bread roll, green beans and a bowl of sald, with a giant, glorious, Snow Whitey apple for an additional vitamin kick afterwards.

Dinner of champions. Now - off to Choir, more work with TV, bed at a far more reasonable hour, and back down the trail in the morning. Hoping to get an hour in the gym at lunchtime tomorrow, and back to see the accountant in the afternoon. Tuesday's weigh-in should be...interesting - will have to fit it in before going to eat the Practice Manager at my doctor's office for breakfast. Still...that's a day and a half away. Focus is the key to getting there with my Stuff To Do list withered and full of crossings-off.