So, as you know, I've been awake since around 1.15am, I happily spoke to you this morning, (so good to catch up in person.) I've had several cups of coffee, toast and butter, I've jogged for 30 minutes, (the first time in around 3 weeks, I could hear this voice in my head, (it was my body,) saying; "what do you think you're doing?" Still, despite the protestations, it felt good, I've been inactive for too long and no, walking miles in NYC doesn't count ;)
I hit the shower after our chat ends, I blast the head dry then I head for the supermarket for a whistle stop visit for the stuff I didn't get yesterday. The roads are much better, much of the snow has melted, my road is a little icy but even when everywhere else is fine, my road is still treacherous. After stocking up, I head for my usual haunt, the motorway isn't busy and isn't bad at all, apart from a lot of surface water, almost at my junction to exit, I pass an accident and swiftly head on into blanket whiteness but it's hailstones rather than snow. I drop my speed right down as does the car behind me and we creep around the exit curve and on to the roundabout. I crawl the last few minutes of my journey, park up, gingerly exit the car as it's so slippy underfoot and I can hear sirens, not sure if it's heading for the accident I saw or a different one.
I'm the first customer of the day at Starbucks and Faye gives me a welcome back hug, isn't it nice to be a regular? She makes me a most delicious coffee and after a quick catch up, I sit in my usual window seat and read a little and write a little.
I've so much to do today so I don't dilly dally. After coffee, I head over to the other side of the outlet village, buy my last Christmas present, transfer the pics from NYC onto a disc in Boots then head for petrol. The traffic alert tells me here have been 5 accidents on the M53, (the road home,) and 3 on the M56, (around home,) and that the M56 is closed. Either way I'm going to hit traffic and it takes me 50 minutes to do a 10 minute journey.
Still, the Universe is with me and I get to post my essential parcels before the cut off time (although when I arrived the queue was to the door and after the lengthy car journey, I then had to queue for another 30 minutes just to post them,) I then went on to choose a gorgeous Nordman Christmas tree to bring home. It's the fastest I've ever chosen a tree, I usually find it quite sad to be attempting to choose one on my own... usually in the rain, but I didn't get one at all last year, (I was being economically sensible due to the credit crunch and it was the most miserable Christmas ever.) So, this year, come hell or high water, I was going to have a tree, even if it meant starving over the festive period. I asked the owner to please remind me of what the tree options were and he told me to give him a minute and he'd join me. True to tradition, it chucked it down but I chose the first tree I saw, well, to be truthful, I looked at my tree, looked at a different variety and went back to the original tree. Was it the rain or am I getting really good at choosing trees?
Anyhoo, despite the prolonged journey home and the advanced queueing in the Post Office, I was home by 12.45 which wasn't bad at all. I made lunch, made a few phone calls, ironed work stuff, wrote almost all of my Christmas cards, put the tree in it's holder and attempted to unravel the lights before hitting the shower.
I'm so chuffed that I got so much done today. Still tons to do but the expiry date on those chores isn't until 25th so the pressure is off just a little ;)
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