The Coffee With The Extra Time

Hello, if we were having a coffee this week, mine would be with porridge.  Not made with porridge – alongside it.  It feels like every coffee I’ve had this week has been with porridge.

Part of that is because I’ve been trying to make time for proper breakfast.  You may remember that last week I had my hair cut (only two people have noticed / said something) and one of the unforeseen bonuses of that is that it doesn’t me as long to get ready in the morning.  I wouldn’t say that I ever took the longest to get ready but I do vaguely remember the days where my hair was just air dried and it was so short I could leave the house with it wet and it would be dry by the time I reached my destination.

In those days the limiting factor to how quickly I was out the house was whether I’d bothered to prepare my clothes the night before.  I could get up, shower and have time for a relaxing multi-course breakfast while watching the news without needing to get up tired and still getting to work on time.  My general tardiness in the morning as well as having longish hair (getting shorter) for the last 15 years meant that my entire morning routine was one activity on top of the other that recently culminated, if I’m honest, in not really caring whether I got to work on time.

My record this week was up, showered, hair dried, dressed and out the house in 17 minutes.  Moo was also fed in that time, but I didn’t shave.  And, that was yesterday, which means I could play with Moo when I got back in, cause I wasn’t out for long.

What I’m trying to do now is make sure that that extra time in the morning is not wasted and either get up on time and have a proper breakfast, do some exercise or, at the very least, get in to the office on time.

The first week back in the office came and went.  My alarm clock on Monday morning absolutely terrified me.  At first I couldn’t work out what it was.  Then I remembered but wasn’t sure why it was going off considering that I was on holiday and had no pressing engagements, and then that cold realisation struck that I would need to go and do this job that I do.

My overwhelming feeling at work these days is one of wondering what it must be like to be progressive rather than merely reactionary; solving problems people didn’t know they had rather than those they do; making good, better rather than bad, acceptable.  I remember those days, and they didn’t happen this week.  I have a project coming up, but I expect those ten days will be a blip in the feeling rather than anything more long term.

As is now routine, I went to play football on Wednesday.  I’ve been trying to do more exercise this week – I’ve been out on my bike a lot.  I decided that no-one on the football pitch that night was going to work harder than me.  I ended up getting frustrated and I didn’t really enjoy the game so much on Wednesday.  Anyway, at the end someone commented on how much I was sweating.  Someone who hadn’t run half as far me suggested that it was simply because I was wearing a cotton t-shirt which made it more obvious.

On Thursday night I played out on a school night.  It’s been a while since I’ve properly done that.  A friend was back over here from Australia for a week and a half or so.  We went to the place we traditionally went for curry.  Unfortunately I decided it was a good idea to play out after playing out and instantly regretted it as soon as I woke up on Friday morning.  It’s a good job it doesn’t me so long to get ready for work now.

The football season started this weekend.  I got to go to the match.  I’ve missed it.  That night in Kiev seems a long time ago.

I took part in Eevee Community Weekend, and got ’em all.

I think that’s about it.  Hopefully you had a good week.

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