It’s hard to write everyday. Not that I do or ever have but even just the idea of writing everyday is difficult. The idea of doing anything every day is hard, in fact, even to just start doing something once a day is daunting. But one thing a day, repeatedly day in day out, *is* difficult. Choose something, choose a time, and do it. (Annnnnnd it could be anything). I just had a thought, though. Choosing something; fairly easy to do, doing it; fairly easy as well i.e., to give it a go. But time? Setting the time and sticking to it ?? time is the thing that’s not up to us here. You will never have enough time.

A daily blog (ha haa). What have I done today, well today was very mundane. I woke up at hmm just before 8, and woke straight the fuck up because I had marking to do. I only had 3 left but still to do before Thursday AM (today was a Thursday and by this point, it was Thursday AM). Now, I had a choice to make (the original Wednesday 2pm deadline btw has surpassed, but it was all fine because this was additional marking I took on board, not marking I was behind on)…I had a choice to make, do I view m Thursday AM’ as anytime before 12 or do I see it as first thing, done by 9am? You tell me, what would you chose? I chose the latter, why? Just because I would have liked that if…

That only took me an hour, and even went over some of the previous marking I Had done, running probably closer to 9:30 before I passed on the message that it was done. I fell back to sleep for a couple of hours.

I tidied the flat listening to some bangers, hoovered, before heading to Aldi. I took my time took my chancesss, naaaa only joking – I took some time deciding what to wear, I knew it was cold, only 6 degrees so I had to wear some warmth. I wore a pair of shoes I haven’t worn in a while, comfort over fit, but still kinda worked, a bit. 😕 Post Aldi, I went and sat in the park with Yves, we chatted, we sat in silence, people watched and laughed. Checked in with the progress of the under construction apartment block – 4 floors to the summit. I once lived on the fourth floor; we once lived on the 4th floor; we silently remincised. I came home and made some food, a weekly staple at this rate, still thoroughly enjoyable mind. I read a chapter of a book that was sent to me, by the one and only Mr.Morris.

I must re-learn past learnings.