10 whole weeks of writing in a journal every day today, that's a long time for me! I used to write pretty much every day in a teeny tiny section of a 5 year diary. At first I would try and write in a different coloured pen each year, but I soon gave up on that. Nearly every day was noted from 1994 through until the end of 1999 - an interesting period of going from child/teenager to pretty much adult.
Today was a frustrating day at work. I woke up extremely tired and with an anxiety dream about selling the house which I think I'd "caught" off my friend Hayley who is in the process of selling her house in Leeds and moving to the seaside.
The initial meeting went well with people back from holiday and I handed back over to Rachel and forecasted for the month which is looking ok, especially considering it's August. I ate cornflakes and semi skimmed milk.
I had a frustrating morning and indeed day of trying to sort out issues and I didn't really resolve a great deal. Much less productive than a usual Monday. We had a meeting with a client that we're having to change a method of supply to which was slightly awkward. I don't feel that the changes will necessarily give the client better value for money or indeed quality of service and will infact make both of these worse. During the meeting some of my colleagues were in the office and I could see in the background that at least a few people weren't socially distancing.
At 12pm I did pilates online which was a welcome relief and after I'd finished I had a toasted bread roll that I thought was spare from Hello Fresh and some iceberg and prosciuttio ham and leftover salad from yesterday. I emptied the dishwasher and re-loaded it.
Today was a 3 coffee day and I had a final coffee for lunch.
I had a difficult call with my boss as I'd been planning on going back into the office that re-opened last week in September, but there is pressure for me to go back in and encourage the rest of the team to go back in. It states on the HR policy that if you have mild to moderate asthma you are considered vulnerable and then goes on to say that vulnerable people shouldn't go back into the office at this point. I feel like I'm being judged by trying to protect my health and for the first time that i've been there I feel that I might have to speak to HR to get some support. The call was broken off before we had a chance to speak fully, so I'm sure I'll have that conversation tomorrow and so tonight I just felt tense about it.
I finished work by writing an advert and signed off at 6.45pm.
I went out for a run to try and shift my tension headache and it worked, I tried a few intervals of running hard uphill and got a few new "records" including a PB on a strava segment, for the first time since I bought my watch it told me that my training was now "productive" and my VO2 Max went up to 51 from 50. I range just over 4 miles in about 34 minutes.
I then had a quick shower with a very leaky showerhead and got dressed and had the tea that Alan had cooked, we established that the recipe card was wrong, but the ingredients were right, but we'd eaten the burger buns. He did stock rotation of the chicken and we had chorizo chicken rice and I made some Gentleman Jack and Ginger and then later we had leftover apple crumble and cream for dessert.
We watched Peep Show and then Alan went up for a bath and I went to look for the cats unsuccessfully. I watered the plants, came back in and cleaned the kitchen and then the bathroom as I noticed it was a bit smelly. I listened to more of "I heart Vegas" by Lindsey Kelk as I cleaned. Maya came in eventually shortly followed by Qubit and I fed them both and Alan noticed that Maya had a load of blood on her white neck, but we established it was unlikely to be hers.