Sundays are tricky days. As the last day of the weekend there's always pressure to either do loads or do absolutely nothing. In some cases there's both. You feel like it's the last chance to relax but that there's so much that won't get done if you relax.
I didn't have anything akin to a relaxing Sunday. The early morning train journey, rushing to a meeting which I thought had a 9.30 start, proved to be a major source of stress. Although getting on my first train at 8.27, I didn't get into Paddington until 10.50. I cycled like a bugger to the meeting, getting rained on quite extremely.
I discovered that the meeting had an 11.00 start, so I wasn't actually that late. I was still late enough. I would probably have been more miffed if I'd arrive on time as planned, but then I could have missed the rain and sat warming myself, reading my book. So, not the best of starts to the day - arriving wet and late.
I had a change of clothes with me. I went through the meeting. I concluded that I'm overthinking and overworrying about stuff. I then concluded, that I'm allowed to. Then I left the meeting at just before 4 and headed off to a theatre to see the cast of the show I'd be teching there Tuesday and Wednesday. The cast told me some stuff and I smiled at them - trying to dry off in my cycling clothes.
As I neared my house, I discovered a barber. I didn't realise I had a local barber. I haven't had time for a haircut in the last couple of weeks, so I opportunistically jumped into the shop and got myself done. It was around 7pm. I couldn't believe the luck of finding a 7 days a week open-til-late barber's shop. Very good. I tipped.
Then it was back home and time to do some more tiling. I tiled a lot. I'm sure it will look fine when grouted. I hope so. The process of tiling seemed to involve a lot of standing outside being sprayed with water by my tile cutting machine. I got very cold and wet. I put on a lot of tiles, though.
There's no rest for me, so I followed up the tiling with some ironing.
I cram it all into the day. That's Sundays for you.
I didn't have anything akin to a relaxing Sunday. The early morning train journey, rushing to a meeting which I thought had a 9.30 start, proved to be a major source of stress. Although getting on my first train at 8.27, I didn't get into Paddington until 10.50. I cycled like a bugger to the meeting, getting rained on quite extremely.
I discovered that the meeting had an 11.00 start, so I wasn't actually that late. I was still late enough. I would probably have been more miffed if I'd arrive on time as planned, but then I could have missed the rain and sat warming myself, reading my book. So, not the best of starts to the day - arriving wet and late.
I had a change of clothes with me. I went through the meeting. I concluded that I'm overthinking and overworrying about stuff. I then concluded, that I'm allowed to. Then I left the meeting at just before 4 and headed off to a theatre to see the cast of the show I'd be teching there Tuesday and Wednesday. The cast told me some stuff and I smiled at them - trying to dry off in my cycling clothes.
As I neared my house, I discovered a barber. I didn't realise I had a local barber. I haven't had time for a haircut in the last couple of weeks, so I opportunistically jumped into the shop and got myself done. It was around 7pm. I couldn't believe the luck of finding a 7 days a week open-til-late barber's shop. Very good. I tipped.
Then it was back home and time to do some more tiling. I tiled a lot. I'm sure it will look fine when grouted. I hope so. The process of tiling seemed to involve a lot of standing outside being sprayed with water by my tile cutting machine. I got very cold and wet. I put on a lot of tiles, though.
There's no rest for me, so I followed up the tiling with some ironing.
I cram it all into the day. That's Sundays for you.
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