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I keep waking up too early of late. Never used to be a problem but now my brain starts thinking and won't stop so sleep doesn't return. Then I get up tired, spend the day tired, nap before dinner, and when I go to bed the cycle continues. Many of the thoughts that won't let up are work related. I probably need to exercise more if an evening but the cycle leaves me too tired to...
I really miss the live journal days
Mar. 18th, 2024 10:17 amI used to interact with people online on a daily basis. I think LiveJournal took over from alt.tv.red-dwarf as the place to do that. But when it went Russian most people left. And a lot had already left to spend more time in Facebookland.
I've never made Discord a habit. I've stopped sharing. I miss knowing what friends are up to.
Who's still out there? Wanna stage a revival?
I've never made Discord a habit. I've stopped sharing. I miss knowing what friends are up to.
Who's still out there? Wanna stage a revival?
Moving limbo
Nov. 2nd, 2022 04:53 pmWe're moving.
In theory. It's all so slow.
We are going to Polesworth, a village outside Tamworth, the town where I grew up. There's nothing to hold me in London any more now that I can work remotely and the few regular things I used to do regularly dried up.
We have a dog. A needy dog. It makes being spontaneous difficult. Being near family should hopefully mean she can be looked after from time to time while we go do other things without costing us a fortune. And it means people we can see more regularly.
Today our house was surveyed, so hopefully the purchase will kick into motion soon. 5-10 working days for the report to land with the buyer, though. We had buyers lined up before but they withdrew under mysterious circumstances.
I miss people.
I miss having a record of the day-to-day to look back on.
Will this be another inevitable false start of "I'm back to journalling!"? Maybe...
In theory. It's all so slow.
We are going to Polesworth, a village outside Tamworth, the town where I grew up. There's nothing to hold me in London any more now that I can work remotely and the few regular things I used to do regularly dried up.
We have a dog. A needy dog. It makes being spontaneous difficult. Being near family should hopefully mean she can be looked after from time to time while we go do other things without costing us a fortune. And it means people we can see more regularly.
Today our house was surveyed, so hopefully the purchase will kick into motion soon. 5-10 working days for the report to land with the buyer, though. We had buyers lined up before but they withdrew under mysterious circumstances.
I miss people.
I miss having a record of the day-to-day to look back on.
Will this be another inevitable false start of "I'm back to journalling!"? Maybe...
You know that feeling where you're in meetings all day and there are mere minutes between them, except for the points where they overlap? That...
There's a lot I like about working from home. The lack of meeting constraint that used to be afforded by having to set a physical location is not one of those things.
There's a lot I like about working from home. The lack of meeting constraint that used to be afforded by having to set a physical location is not one of those things.
Two issues by 8am
Mar. 11th, 2020 08:12 amI'm looking for improvement in my day, please. So far my train has been cancelled, leading to a longer walk in my commute, and my laptop instead of going to sleep properly, drained itself of battery and closed everything overnight.
The extra walk was pleasant, at least, taking me across Tower Bridge on a relatively sunny morning. Yesterday I'd have gotten a lot damper doing the same.
The extra walk was pleasant, at least, taking me across Tower Bridge on a relatively sunny morning. Yesterday I'd have gotten a lot damper doing the same.
Odds and ends
Jan. 19th, 2019 12:00 pmI have just been playing Beat Saber. It's a lot of fun. I only did a short session as it's my first attempt and I want to see what effect it has on my arm. My arm is a sad arm. I think I may have tennis elbow. Whatever I have, I got it pulling heavy luggage around at the end of my honeymoon in December. I was going to go to the doctor but it is getting better so there seems to be no point. It's getting better very slowly though. It manifests as a sore elbow, hurting most if I try to lift anything heavy or grip anything wide. At rest it's fine, but if it's in the same position for a while it's a bit sore to move initially.
This was one of two bad effects of holidaying and Christmassing, the other of which is my weight which is very high, and had hit higher than ever. I am slowly reeling it back in from the after effects of a year of bad eating and restricted exercise culminating in VERY good food and far too much of it for the best part of a month in December. I had planned to do Red January and do exercise every single day of the month, but then I got a horrid chest infection and it's only just really relenting.
Meanwhile, beyond "I'm so fat my clothes don't fit", I'm going to meet a friend in March who I haven't really kept up with for nearly a decade after a falling out. I don't often fall out with people so I'm glad that he reached out and we're planning to build bridges.
The other thing I'm looking at getting involved in is volunteering to try to make a difference to a looked after child. I'm past the first hurdle and getting some training over the next couple of weekends. More info here: https://www.actionforchildren.org.uk/how-to-help/volunteer-with-us/independent-visitors/
This was one of two bad effects of holidaying and Christmassing, the other of which is my weight which is very high, and had hit higher than ever. I am slowly reeling it back in from the after effects of a year of bad eating and restricted exercise culminating in VERY good food and far too much of it for the best part of a month in December. I had planned to do Red January and do exercise every single day of the month, but then I got a horrid chest infection and it's only just really relenting.
Meanwhile, beyond "I'm so fat my clothes don't fit", I'm going to meet a friend in March who I haven't really kept up with for nearly a decade after a falling out. I don't often fall out with people so I'm glad that he reached out and we're planning to build bridges.
The other thing I'm looking at getting involved in is volunteering to try to make a difference to a looked after child. I'm past the first hurdle and getting some training over the next couple of weekends. More info here: https://www.actionforchildren.org.uk/how-to-help/volunteer-with-us/independent-visitors/
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Jan. 5th, 2019 05:51 pmWe got married. It was good.
We had a honeymoon, it was awesome.
We had Christmas. It was different, but it was good.
We've started the new year and I am not too well. I've picked up a virus from my family. It manifests as gut and lung troubles and is no fun.
I am clearly not a regular journaller any more.
Any questions?
We had a honeymoon, it was awesome.
We had Christmas. It was different, but it was good.
We've started the new year and I am not too well. I've picked up a virus from my family. It manifests as gut and lung troubles and is no fun.
I am clearly not a regular journaller any more.
Any questions?
One of the many things that Willow's death has led to is an increased urgency on our part to get married. We realised while she was in intensive care that should anything happen to me or Jonny, we would have no rights to make decisions for the other. We've been engaged for years, we plan to get married but we aren't really that bothered about a wedding and when we start trying to plan it gets complicated and/or expensive. But now we think we want to do it this year. It looks as though our best bet is to use the package that the Castle Hotel in Tamworth offers, for a combination of simplicity, cost, and meeting the general expectation on the part of guests of what a wedding involves. We considered other options, like Vegas and register office, but we think this meets our needs best.
Romantic, huh?
Romantic, huh?
I think death hurts because we are not used to sudden change. We all get nostalgia and find some fun in comparing life now with life then. People drift away, friendships wane, the things we do for entertainment change. We can see sharp contrasts between our current selves and previous ones.
Death doesn't allow the dignity of a slow slipping away. It's an end point, a change, an impossible-to-undo stop. It yanks normality away, dumps change upon you, and tears away vague plans yet to become real.
When Jonny's mum died a few weeks ago, we at least had the opportunity to see it on the horizon. She was hospitalised, her condition declined, and over the course of a week we came to terms with the fact that she wasn't getting better. During that one week, for a brief time, her sedation level was low enough that she was aware of who was around her, so she got to grasp the hands of her son and her sister, knew she was loved and not alone. But from there things went downhill and we said goodbye to a life, and hello to the admin of dealing with a life that ended.
In three weeks we gutted her house of possessions, chose what to keep and what to pass on. We destroyed private materials, put photograph troves aside to look through later, met her friends and neighbours and put together a funeral.
She wrote a lot. Much of what she wrote we destroyed because it was personal. But some writing was short brief thoughts on various things, prompted by being part of a writing group. I got to know things about her despite never again getting the chance to chat.
I want to leave something like that behind one day. I want to know more about my own parents. So I pledge, yet again, to start keeping a journal. And I plan to write to my parents with questions to prompt memories.
Let's see if I can keep it up.
Death doesn't allow the dignity of a slow slipping away. It's an end point, a change, an impossible-to-undo stop. It yanks normality away, dumps change upon you, and tears away vague plans yet to become real.
When Jonny's mum died a few weeks ago, we at least had the opportunity to see it on the horizon. She was hospitalised, her condition declined, and over the course of a week we came to terms with the fact that she wasn't getting better. During that one week, for a brief time, her sedation level was low enough that she was aware of who was around her, so she got to grasp the hands of her son and her sister, knew she was loved and not alone. But from there things went downhill and we said goodbye to a life, and hello to the admin of dealing with a life that ended.
In three weeks we gutted her house of possessions, chose what to keep and what to pass on. We destroyed private materials, put photograph troves aside to look through later, met her friends and neighbours and put together a funeral.
She wrote a lot. Much of what she wrote we destroyed because it was personal. But some writing was short brief thoughts on various things, prompted by being part of a writing group. I got to know things about her despite never again getting the chance to chat.
I want to leave something like that behind one day. I want to know more about my own parents. So I pledge, yet again, to start keeping a journal. And I plan to write to my parents with questions to prompt memories.
Let's see if I can keep it up.
I'm trying to get fitter. This is hampered a bit by my initial attempts injuring my foot.
However, I've invested in some kettlebells which I'm using in a largely unscientific manner to some effect, and I'm using our exercise bike and rowing machine a bit.
Also, on Saturday I helped a friend move house.
As a result of much of the above, I did very little yesterday due to exhaustion.
This morning, to rest my foot further, I chose to use my real bike to take me to the station instead of walking. Man, am I out of practice! I used to ride triple that distance and not feel it when I lived in Peterborough. I shall persevere!
My aims are to improve my cadiovascular ability, improve upper body strength, and shed fat. Easter did not aid with the latter goal.
However, I've invested in some kettlebells which I'm using in a largely unscientific manner to some effect, and I'm using our exercise bike and rowing machine a bit.
Also, on Saturday I helped a friend move house.
As a result of much of the above, I did very little yesterday due to exhaustion.
This morning, to rest my foot further, I chose to use my real bike to take me to the station instead of walking. Man, am I out of practice! I used to ride triple that distance and not feel it when I lived in Peterborough. I shall persevere!
My aims are to improve my cadiovascular ability, improve upper body strength, and shed fat. Easter did not aid with the latter goal.
Bye bye LJ
Apr. 19th, 2017 08:24 pmLivejournal was never about blogging for me. It was a combination of a diary and socialising. The social side has drifted to Facebook for the most part, but a few people held out on LJ. It now seems to be dying a death. So I'm moving to Dreamwidth with half the world to see if socialising still happens here.
Hello.
Who should I be following?
Hello.
Who should I be following?
- Thu, 22:32: When we have a live incident the ops tickets language is close to how I imagine air traffic control sounds. "Live issue noted" "Confirmed"
- Thu, 23:52: @ministryoftest what time do things kick off at Testbash tomorrow? Not sure what time to arrive!
- Fri, 20:54: J: Alexa! Turn off the living room argh! blerbler. *pause* Alexa! Turn off the kitchen lights! (We narrowly avoid being plunged into dark.)
- Fri, 21:06: RT @iamdevloper: No-one tells you that programming is going to be somebody waving a hand in your face until you take your headphones off.
- Thu, 22:46: At the Beefeater. Me: it’s not normal to eat your guacamole dip with a fork. / J: you’re right *picks up teaspoon from saucer*