Julian Summerhayes

It's 5.30am.

And, today, I'm back to work.

I've enjoyed the two-week break. (It's a long time since I was able to take that amount of time off at Christmas.)

I've no emotion(s) save knowing that in 2.5 hours I'll be sat at my desk doing what I do.

Of course, to the mind, which only works in an oppositional way — i.e. good/bad — that's not much fun. But I've no intention of feeding it anything; but of course, there is no I or me to do anything — less still to will myself to think a particular way.

My night's sleep wasn't great — nature calls and all that, and we've now acquired a mouse 🐭 in the house who seems to have worked him/herself into the cavity or under the floor. We're going to get a trap but quite where (apart from the loft) we're going to put it, I don't know. 

This week I'm hoping to get to the gym at least three times and hopefully my youngest daughter will be able to come along too. For some reason, she's decided that this year she wants to get fit and (yes, believe it or not) she wants to get "big arms". It's really nice to have a training partner; it means that I've got to do things properly and not push big weights which, at my age, does me no good.

I've just shared a little something on my Buy Me A Coffee page.

Blessings,

Ju.

🙏

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I've eaten my lunch — leftovers from a vegan burger that we made.

It was lush.

I'm off for a walk, albeit it's raining in these parts.

For a first day, well, it is what it is.

Ju.

🙂

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Oh god, I nearly nodded off.

That's what happens when you've been off work for two weeks and you're used to closing your eyes this time of the afternoon and drifting off — as I've been doing a bif over the last two weeks 😪.

Come on, Ju, it will never do...!

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I've just finished eating, having been to the gym with daughter #3; it's 8.30pm.

I thought I'd feel tired but I'm OK.

But then again, don't ask me why, it was quiet at work with only a smattering of legal jobs and the usual commercial advice that I'm called upon to offer. 

(I tend to stay away from the black-letter law as it turns people very much off to what I'm trying to say.)

Tomorrow, well, it's another day, and I hope to continue to write my book (not the memoir) that I've decided to self publish. I mentioned it on Buy Me A Coffee page earlier today.

Anyhow, time for a bit of catch up time with the family — Mrs A and daughter #1.

Much love ❤️, Ju.