Working every angle

Today felt very filled. Looking back, it feels as if I'm looking back on a day at work all these years ago - the slightly relentless nature of tasks, lined up in their inexorable turn and brooking no delay, though in fact several of them were self-inflicted. Thing is, at no point in the day did I find myself thinking "photo" - which is why you have a photo of a corner of my desk today, showing a notepad with a pencilled list faintly visible, a corner of my poetry anthology (proof copy from printer, the one I use to thumb through, carry about and make notes in), and the corer of my computer screen with a slight glimpse at the files on which I was working. And of this more later...

This morning was horrid, but I managed to time my exit from the house to coincide with an almost-dry spell so that I didn't arrive at Pilates with soggy leggings and a slippy mat. We worked very hard again, but even though I did two quite demanding elbow planks I didn't ever take my jersey off (planks usually make me warm). Then it was back up the road (drizzle) for coffee and my Italian exercises until Himself came home for lunch. 

As I had an online Vestry meeting at 3pm, I felt I couldn't settle, though I could fair have gone a wee sleep after lunch. Instead, I went up to the study and continued sorting out poems for the new anthology, noting each one in the notebook with the checked pages which mark its French origin. I found myself quite surprised by some of them - the ones whose file I had to open to see what the poem actually said - and in one or two cases had no memory of writing them, which seems strange. (They are mine - I can feel it without memory.) I had to stop in mid-flow for the meeting when I suddenly saw the time, and that was that for an unconscionably long time; we had a great deal to talk about and initiate action on. 

By the time we were completely finished, it was well after 5pm and I had a parcel to post. I had a strong feeling that the post office would be closed, but when I looked it up online it said it was open till 10pm ... This turned out to be rubbish, of course, but I got another leg-stretch, this time in pouring rain, and some blueberries and golden Kiwi fruit, which a friend I met in the Co-op (the post office is part of this, just west of the tills) recommended as being delicious. 

And that was the day. I made fajitas for dinner and realised it's been ages since I did. And since then I've been sitting with my feet up watching Shardlake (think I'll keep watching - enjoyed the books, though my mental image of the hero is of someone slightly more mature) and the News (missed a lot for the usual reason.) And then I got a screaming cramp in a calf muscle and could sit no longer. 

Busy days make for bizarre blips!