Day 185 – Sad start

Not much to say today. The drive back from Agulhas was better than it could have been – we cut over the Highlands Pass instead of joining the hoards going over Houw Hoek and saved ourselves a couple of hours.

But United lost again. Three from three now and that same comment from those watching: “They didn’t deserve to lose”.

Sadly, while that may be true (I was driving home and didn’t watch so I can’t say today), you don’t get points for deserving to win. And when you’re playing well and not winning, you wonder what can be changed to make a difference.

I’m tired this evening – physically and mentally. Early one tonight, I think.

Tonight’s experiment

Tonight’s experiment: doing a pub quiz on 4½ hours sleep.

Last month’s control experiment (normal amount of sleep) went really well, so it’ll be interesting to see if there’s any change this time around.

But last night was Round 5 of the FA Cup and we needed extra time to overcome a plucky Reading side. That extra half hour (plus a bit for changeovers and post-match comments etc) plus the 2 hour time difference are what’s done the damage. I’m struggling to stay awake now and it’s only lunchtime.

Tonight might be a bit of a mess. Oh dear.

Jaded

I will admit to feeling a little jaded today. Last night was a lot of fun, but a scary amount of alcohol was drunk and I’m really not feeling ever so brilliant today. In fact, I’ve even just taken an afternoon nap in an attempt to mend myself. It’s only partially succeeded. Very partially.

The food was good. I am a big believer in keeping things simple and doing them right, and I think I got at least half of that right yesterday.

The back continues to improve as well – thanks for asking. I’m fairly sure that the disc has popped itself all the way back in now. No more pins and needles in my foot and ugly pain down my leg. Gym tomorrow then? Nah – maybe not quite yet, but it will happen sometime this week.

And that’s about it. When you’re hungover and still have mildly sore sacrum, you don’t want to be sitting writing long posts. You don’t really want to be doing anything, which is exactly what I plan to continue (not) doing now.

See you tomorrow.

Not getting done

I have several jobs that need to get done. Nothing urgent, but they need doing (they’re arguably even more pressing after yesterday’s write off).

They’re not getting done.

And then I saw this:

It resonated.

The thing is, most of these things that need to get done could actually fit into the “minor chores” category rather neatly. Which in itself means that the four horsemen above can also work against one another.

Seriously, you’re properly lucky to be even getting a blog post today, such is the lack of energy and impetus around these parts at the moment.

Last legs

We’re back in Cape Town, but a sleepless night and a busy journey home have left me exhausted. Major events since we arrived back included the beagle being delighted to see me until I bathed it, and then me slicing deep into my left thumb while chopping biltong.
Sheffield stainless steel really does hold its sharpness. Unfortunately.

I still have some packing (ok, all my packing) to do for an overnight hike on the mountain starting early tomorrow, so there’s really not going to be much from me here today.

In fact, I think this is it.

(Not much) more tomorrow. But Tuesday should be a belter.