I realised this evening when out for a run that it's only 2 weeks since the whole Dominic Cummings story broke and it feels like a lot of "news" has happened since that time which is strange as we're still all fairly locked down. Today I felt fairly low energy, quite low and just wasn't sure what to do with myself really as I didn't feel very productive.
Again it was a bit of a late rise for us both as I went to bed before Alan did and read some of my book - Uncommon Types by Tom Hanks - it's an attempt to get my brain back into reading and it's working slowly. My concentration span is terrible these days. We probably didn't get to sleep until around 3.30am again and so we didn't really get up until about 11am.
I made the same breakfast again and we had home baked bread toast (mine with marmite) and then avocado, scrambled egg and sriacha sauce and we watched some TV the IT Crowd and some more Catfish.
I dug out my old creative writing from when I was about 20 and doing a module at Uni on my BA English Language and Literature. It was run by the brother of Nigel Williams, but I can't remember his name! Nigel Williams lived in Wimbledon and was a reasonably successful novelist and I went to several house parties that his son Jack had when I was about 16 - they were great parties. I even read one of his books and told his Dad when he came into the kitchen during one of the parties to get a drink. It's irritating me that I can't remember what his name was maybe John Williams? As I read through it, particularly the bits from when I was mid 20s I realised just how odd the antidepressants I was on made me behave (especially cipralex and prozac). I'd written down the highlights of some of my dreams and I know everyone's dreams are odd, but wow these were so strange. Maybe they'll feed into some writing now that I have the distance and experience from that time in my life to process it all. It's weird to consider that this is the month that I stopped taking antidepressants 7 years ago, but that I was on them for 12 years of my life.
I did a load of washing and hung it out and put away the dry washing that was on the rack.
I investigated some online writing retreats and listened to the intro of one. I then went and read upstairs as Alan was playing around with the internet and it kept cutting out. I set off some dough in the breadmaker.
I came downstairs and watched some more Catfish after Alan had showed me how to use the Apple TV that arrived this afternoon.
The dough finished in the breadmaker and so I made 3 pizzas with tomato puree topped with spring onion and red pepper that Alan prepped for me and then some mozzarella and serrano ham and I also used up some of the roasted veg left over from Friday night.
I let the pizza go down and both Alan and me gave each other neck rubs as we have both had consistent headaches for the last few days. Maya came running in having caught another bird - again I feel awful about this.
I then got myself out for a run and did 6.1K in just over half an hour and it was cold and I wore the wrong shorts that are too small and short for me.
I had a bath and then we watched Hypothetical and I ate leftover rhubarb and apple crumble with cream.
Again it was a bit of a late rise for us both as I went to bed before Alan did and read some of my book - Uncommon Types by Tom Hanks - it's an attempt to get my brain back into reading and it's working slowly. My concentration span is terrible these days. We probably didn't get to sleep until around 3.30am again and so we didn't really get up until about 11am.
I made the same breakfast again and we had home baked bread toast (mine with marmite) and then avocado, scrambled egg and sriacha sauce and we watched some TV the IT Crowd and some more Catfish.
I dug out my old creative writing from when I was about 20 and doing a module at Uni on my BA English Language and Literature. It was run by the brother of Nigel Williams, but I can't remember his name! Nigel Williams lived in Wimbledon and was a reasonably successful novelist and I went to several house parties that his son Jack had when I was about 16 - they were great parties. I even read one of his books and told his Dad when he came into the kitchen during one of the parties to get a drink. It's irritating me that I can't remember what his name was maybe John Williams? As I read through it, particularly the bits from when I was mid 20s I realised just how odd the antidepressants I was on made me behave (especially cipralex and prozac). I'd written down the highlights of some of my dreams and I know everyone's dreams are odd, but wow these were so strange. Maybe they'll feed into some writing now that I have the distance and experience from that time in my life to process it all. It's weird to consider that this is the month that I stopped taking antidepressants 7 years ago, but that I was on them for 12 years of my life.
I did a load of washing and hung it out and put away the dry washing that was on the rack.
I investigated some online writing retreats and listened to the intro of one. I then went and read upstairs as Alan was playing around with the internet and it kept cutting out. I set off some dough in the breadmaker.
I came downstairs and watched some more Catfish after Alan had showed me how to use the Apple TV that arrived this afternoon.
The dough finished in the breadmaker and so I made 3 pizzas with tomato puree topped with spring onion and red pepper that Alan prepped for me and then some mozzarella and serrano ham and I also used up some of the roasted veg left over from Friday night.
I let the pizza go down and both Alan and me gave each other neck rubs as we have both had consistent headaches for the last few days. Maya came running in having caught another bird - again I feel awful about this.
I then got myself out for a run and did 6.1K in just over half an hour and it was cold and I wore the wrong shorts that are too small and short for me.
I had a bath and then we watched Hypothetical and I ate leftover rhubarb and apple crumble with cream.
