It was the busy timetable week at work this week, so I have been fighting a to do list that grows at least two items longer for every one I tick off, grim. Not winning. I did at least get Friday in Birmingham for a trust meeting, though that ended up being quite frustrating and a reminder, once again, that when I leave teaching it will probably be because of the trust. I just cannot with this 'You need to do joined up thinking' when there is embarrassingly little joined up thinking at the top, and I cannot keep saying this to them, because I am at risk of becoming the biggest whinger and nobody likes the biggest whinger.
Thankfully there's been mercifully little work to do not related to my actual job this week.
The sun swayed a little from the heat/movement in the pool and the light inside swirls and moves very gently as well, so the whole thing gives the impression of being in motion, but that sort of 'Did that just move?' corner of your eye motion.
Man, was I tired by the end of the day, though. I fell asleep at yoga twice; the first time, I woke myself up snoring (awkward) but the second time, I was woken up by the man next to me snoring, so that was OK.
I have managed to finish John Boyne's The Elements, it's very compelling to read and I have found that the notion of shorter, 120ish-page books has helped me race through. I'm always on the lookout for another connection between the stories. I think this might be the first time in my adult life that I've finished a library book without having to renew it at least once.
I've been continuing to knit a squishy brioche cowl in the watermelon gradient I mentioned last week, mostly whilst watching Runaway on Netflix, which had some cracking actors in it but ... I just don't think Harlen Coben series are for me. I didn't like the last one I watched much, either. I got through it super quick, though. Now I can't find much on that I want to watch. I did finally get around to watching Saltburn last night though. Only several years later.
I'm trying to develop a new habit of a Friday night reset, spruce up, whatever the young people are calling it these days - my own version of Cosy Friday. I put away all my clothes from the week and last weekend's washing, which is inevitably still on the airer/radiators or in a pile somewhere, because it's nice waking up on a Saturday with no floordrobe. I also wash up and spray down all the kitchen surfaces. This week I even went to the gym after getting back from Birmingham, so I felt extra smug and wow, did I sleep well.
The gym was surprisingly busy. I hoped it would be dead so I could try out the ski erg without risk of humiliation but it was even busier than normal, but lots of wholesome things going on, like a dad/daughter KB session (very much hope they were dad/daughter or otherwise, urgh) and some women spotting each other on a little circuit in the weights area. Weird Gym Man was also there, chatting to lots of people and helping out a woman with adjusting her bench, although she did not seem like she needed help. She was quite muscly. She was also in full make up and wearing a halter top. I hate myself a bit for judging what people wear to the gym and especially women, but I really don't understand the concept of a gym halter top if you have anything more than A cup breasts. Maybe even AA. Yes, your back looks fire and your shoulder definition is proudly displayed but, ow, and also, don't make any sudden movements.
Should also point out I was in basically full make up, having come directly from a trust meeting. I was terrified to touch my face, for fear of it smearing everywhere. Not the vibe I'm looking for in the gym. Clearly being glam at the gym takes a lot of forbearance.
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