Up, and at it
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.
As to the rest of the week, the eldest daughter will be here, which will mean we won't have to do so much cleaning and the dog (Alfie) will get a few proper walks rather than my desultory affair(s) which is no more, really, than a walk around the block. She's off to London on Friday to look for a flat as she'll be starting work back at the architect's practice she left in September 2019. After that, she'll be going back to University (October 2020) to start her Masters with a view to finally qualifying as an architect.
Daughter #2 is about but she's mostly (these days) cycling, seeing her boyfriend — they practically live together — and studying at University; she's doing a law degree.
My wife (a nurse) will be back doing her thing in drugs research. This will be, if I've done the maths right, her 33rd year working for the National Health Service. She likes(ish) the work but I know would love to do something else but knows she's a little institutionalised and probably will stay until she eventually retires.
Anyhow, I hope you all have a great day, and if it is your first day back at work for a while, I'll leave you with these few words from the Dwarf Chorus:
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's home from work we go"
...Not long now.