I did have to get up, just not too early. As it was my first day at a new location I didn’t have to appear before 9:30. This left plenty of time for a leisurely breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast accompanied by two cups of tea and followed by a shower. The visit to the scales told me that nothing had changed since yesterday. Well at least it hadn’t gone up.
It has been a while since I’ve been a regular passenger on the train, so long that I’d forgotten all the timings, like how long it takes to walk to the station. I allowed twenty minutes as that seemed about right. It actually took fifteen, giving me five minutes to watch people staring at their phones. Once on the train I settled into a book. Chances are that I’m going to catch up on my reading in the next six months.
It started with computer problems and then carried on with being introduced to a sea of faces. I had even more names mentioned to me. There is no way that I will remember all these people. I finished the day tired. In the last meeting I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I had hoped for a reasonably prompt escape from the building but that was thwarted by an overrunning meeting.
I was determined not to fall asleep on the train. I tried reading by after scanning the same sentence far too many times I gave up in favour of a blank stare out of the window. It had been a long and tiring day.
I had intended to go for a swim tonight but the enthusiasm evaporated as I walked home. The thought of stuffing my face with chicken and salad was a much more appealing prospect.
My sister is away and has asked me to do a few things round her house. Tonight was putting the bins out. I was tempted to not bother but the bulging bins when I returned may have given it away. I was tempted to raid the fridge whilst I was there. I got as far as opening the door before realising that it would have been a stupid idea.
I was in bed quite early, the first day had been mentally tiring and all I wanted to do was hide under the covers and wait for oblivion to descend