Have you ever said, with a determined look
on your face, ‘tomorrow, dammit, I hang out laundry’?
Annnnd what happened?
Yeah. Thought so. Same thing as happened to
me today, probably, after having confidently declared that ‘weather permitting,
tomorrow I walk!’
Yyyyeah, notsomuch, as the rain it raineth
every piggin’ day on planned parades.
‘So – you bikin’ then?’ is, I know, the
next most logical question on your eager lips. To which the answer is likewise notsomuch
– If this counts for anything, I’ve wiped about six or seven things off my To-Do
List today – eight if you include ‘Blog,’ which, to be fair, I hadn’t today,
but have on many another day. No – having woken up and weighed and found myself
back within a quarter-pound of 18 stone (what a difference a day makes, as the
song has it), I’ve been focusing on clearing the crap and the clutter out of my
List of the many, many things I’ve had to do. While the philosophical funk
remains, the more that finally disappears off that list, the lighter my mind
feels about the day-to-day doing of things. So…. Yeah – lighter mind, lighter
body?
No, I know, no-one’s buying that one, and
nor should they, to be fair. But I feel better in any case. Have just a smidgen
more time, so may just about manage to cross one more thing off my list before
the day’s out. Starbucking tomorrow and Friday, but with chances of walking and
biking on both days. Tomorrow’s d’s Hereversary though – 11 years ago tomorrow
she landed in the UK for good, and we began the mad (and I do mean mad) run-up
of things to still be done before our wedding. It’s jusssst possible there’ll
be sumptuous amounts of food involved in celebrating tomorrow. Still – let’s
see.