There's a lot of death hanging around in my life at the moment. Two elderly relatives hang on by a thread. The Godfather of Impro passed away. My wife's old colleague lost her two children. It's almost St. Patrick's day which puts me in mind of a favourite teacher who passed within the last year.
It's almost all on the periphery but there's definitely a vibe that I am not on board with.
I have a surname that is fairly uncommon. I've stumbled upon it a mere handful of times outside of my direct family. And so it was with an enormous amount of shock that I was watching Enola Holmes 2 and a villainous policeman addressed one of his henchmen as 'Sergeant Beeston'. My delight is only tinged with the concern that someone was looking for an 1800s style surname that reflects a bone-headed thug and settled on my nom sans plume.
Some days you wake up feeling great. You launch into the work day and get heaps of stuff done. Other days you feel like trash. You feel so bad that you blow off the day. Take a reprieve. Treat yourself to some self care.
And then there are days like today. Where you feel like crap, but not crap enough to just bail. You almost want to convince yourself that you feel a little bit worse than you do to give yourself permission. But you can't. You just have to grit your teeth and do the damn work.
That's it. I'm out. I've moved on from Twitter. Elon Musk came along and buggered up something really cool. It may be for the best. It's urging people onto Mastodon and other ActivityPub resources. Open decentralised communication. It's what the Internet SHOULD be.
Mostly recovered from the disease. Still need to ramp up my exercise again. I'm very glad that I had built up some muscle. It made the illness slightly easier to deal with. It's frustrating losing some mass but that's what we work out for. To maintain a certain level of health when things go sideways.
It is interesting to think that what's inside me was once inside a pangolin. (or something)
UGH! I finally got infected with COVID19. I'm at day five and each day the symptoms of the previous day abate and are replaced with new ones. The fever is mostly fading away (although it's hard to tell because the weather in Ipswich is absurdly hot). The energy is through the floor. I'd glad I was doing some exercise before this happened. I wouldn't be able to get out of bed otherwise. Ultimately I'm starting to feel like all those lockdowns and vaccines might have been worth it.
One thing this year has done to me is I feel like I'm not interested in learning new things. I desire comfortable activities that don't require a lot of extra training. Which is odd because I've always liked learning new things. Perhaps it's my devotion to finishing things that I've been trying to cultivate. Maybe give some room to one and lose to the other.