For me at the moment the hardest things are going to bed and getting up in the morning. In the morning when I wake up I can't think of a single thing to motivate me to move. I'm sure this is why God invented the full bladder. Once I am up and about, it's much easier for one thing to follow another, and I'm keeping myself pretty busy: yoga and dance classes, meditation, writing this, going on walks, zoom chats, TV, providing my parents with a bafflingly undending stream of IT support. That's a pretty standard day. Then I get to night time and somehow the journey from sofa to bed seems like the longest walk of all. Last night I stopped watching Better Call Saul at 11pm and I still didn't manage to switch my light off before 1.30am. I futz around on the internet for literally hours, doing a bit of sudoku here, taking a Words With Friends turn there, scrolling through Twitter in the hope that I will see anything, anything at all that will distract me for long enough that I don't have to give in and go to bed. When I talk to friends with babies who scream and scream at bedtime I think, yep, that's me, I am that baby. The only difference is that I can look at a
Spinning Dog
Spinning Dog
Spinning Dog
For me at the moment the hardest things are going to bed and getting up in the morning. In the morning when I wake up I can't think of a single thing to motivate me to move. I'm sure this is why God invented the full bladder. Once I am up and about, it's much easier for one thing to follow another, and I'm keeping myself pretty busy: yoga and dance classes, meditation, writing this, going on walks, zoom chats, TV, providing my parents with a bafflingly undending stream of IT support. That's a pretty standard day. Then I get to night time and somehow the journey from sofa to bed seems like the longest walk of all. Last night I stopped watching Better Call Saul at 11pm and I still didn't manage to switch my light off before 1.30am. I futz around on the internet for literally hours, doing a bit of sudoku here, taking a Words With Friends turn there, scrolling through Twitter in the hope that I will see anything, anything at all that will distract me for long enough that I don't have to give in and go to bed. When I talk to friends with babies who scream and scream at bedtime I think, yep, that's me, I am that baby. The only difference is that I can look at a