Grateful: Day 96 - Massive Bed

Ooh.. I have Ozomatli playing in my ears as I type. I realise that I pretty much never listen to music when I’m blogging. It seems like it would distract too much. I can’t hear what’s in my own head. Well, that’s information. It might help me be more efficient at work.

So, I am grateful for so much work to do. I seem to have filled my weekend with it. I do need (or at least want) a day off but perhaps I’ll make that a specific day during the week. That could work. I could go to the flicks in the afternoon (in honour of Catherine Semark – she is the queen of that). I’d like to go to the Phoenix in Finchley (or is it East Finchley?). I have heard good things.

Grateful today for a seat on the tube, and then for the pleasure of getting up for an extremely pregnant lady shortly afterwards. Makes me feel useful. And a forward-facing seat all the way on the train – good stuff. My seating partner was chatty (a natural salesman). He helped me find my phone by ringing it for me after I dropped it. On his way off the train, he said he had my ‘digits’ and that if he was staying in Bristol, he’d call me. Is it, now?

I loved my greeting in the Power Train office, as always. Aly Veale is looking hot as all shit. She’s super healthy and slim and does hot yoga twice a week. Very impressive. Everyone is always so nice! Paul James (who’s not always there) was there, so we got to catch up.

Thank you again for that underlying base of confidence that I do not take for granted, because I remember when it was not there (and the situations where it is still lacking). Thank you for work done and ready to send, and work that keeps on coming in. Better do some of it really. On the train. On the train!

I did yoga – not quite a full set, but all but one posture I meant to do. I forgot one entirely. Shan’t do it now. Shall do it tomorrow in my routine. It was a proper little run. I need to get my back feeling stronger. It’s very weak and really quite painful at the moment. It's a bane. It's a monster that hides some of the time but comes out and bites me when I don't take it seriously enough. I want to be strong and flexible. I need to work at it.

On the theme of monsters, here is one. I like his human eyes and too many teeth. I like his shadow and his claws. I also quite like his background. The colour of Victorian public swimming pools. Quite soothing.

I am still reeling from my day of lovely people yesterday, and more today. Texts from both admirable women (Sarah Lonton and Victoria Sandison). How proud you both make me. How lucky I feel to have friends like you.

Thank you for a MASSIVE bed in the Premier Inn in Bristol. Can’t. Wait! And for a very hot bath that Itreated myself to earlier. I went to dinner with a little hot tomato face.

No dog action yet. I must keep my eyes peeled tomorrow. Here’s to a productive day playing with an actor new to me (Lauretta?) and Andy Snowball. I love that I get paid for this. It really is such fun.

This image came from the search 'no dog action'. It reminds me of the Airfix kits I used to build and paint when I was a little boy. I loved them. I'm surprised I ever had the patience, but it was a very meditative thing to do. I'd forgotten about that. No idea how old I was when I made them. Young. Before puberty, anyway. Go, Airfix!