I seem to only make it to the blog every other day at the moment, which is ridiculous because I have the week off work. I'm knocking around the house doing chores, walking into town running errands, and somehow filling each day with forgettable detritus. I'll keep quiet about Grand Theft Auto 5. Yes, I… Continue reading Every Other Day
Sixteen thousand steps. That's what the Apple Health app tells me, on the shiny new iPhone that's been in my pocket all day long. Nearly thirteen kilometres. That's about the size of a day out and about with my younger children. And you wonder why I'm not overweight, given that I typically sit at a… Continue reading Sixteen Thousand Steps
While working on some code this afternoon one of my co-workers wandered over to check if I had keys to the office. I glanced at the clock, and realised it was already 6pm. How the hell did that happen? After a quick call home to apologise in advance, I jumped on the bike and started… Continue reading Distractions Abound
I'm not entirely sure why I missed a day on the blog yesterday. I suppose life happened. I'll go with that. While I was at work, and the children were at a holiday club, my other half took a vast collection of old video games to the trade-in store, and gave them a very busy… Continue reading Forty Thousand Winks
Do you ever have days when you wonder what you did - where the day went? I know I spent quite some time signing my younger daughters up for XBox Live accounts - and then trying to make head or tail of some sort of team building thing in FIFA 17 for them. I think… Continue reading The Day Vanishes
Welcome to the junk room. I'm one can of cider down, and have just closed the web browser in order to remove distractions. It's just me, Scrivener, and the light from an angle-poise lamp standing guard on the corner of the desk. I played chess today. I haven't played chess in a very long time.… Continue reading Chess and Melrose
I sat down at the desk in the junk room to write a blog post an hour ago. All I have done so far is listen to music on Spotify. Music from my distant past. While writing this, Wilson Phillips are singing "Hold On", and I'm remembering drawing a picture of them in the back of my college art sketchbook.
The day began with the clock radio bursting into life, and filling the room with utter dross. I squinted my eyes open and watched the seconds and minutes pass on the bedside clock, wondering how long I might lay there before somebody might consider there was something wrong with me. Minutes? Hours? I'm guessing we'll never find out, because the curious instinct to "not waste the weekend" kicked in, and carried me downstairs for a shower.
Today I am "working" from home. In reality, I called the client this morning and informed them that the likelihood of me getting much done today was pretty slim. I'm looking after Miss 17 - after two weeks fighting tonsillitis, going through one round of antibiotics, and still being sick, I've turned my focus almost completely on her. She's taking tablets every two hours now, and I'm forcing her to keep drinking, and eating anything I can get her to - despite her less than enthusiastic responses to my constant reminders and encouragement.