I jogged for 20 minutes on Thursday but by Friday, my back is hurting so much, I struggle to put on my socks. I head for the supermarket and the cashier comments on my celery purchase, "someone likes celery in your house!" I smile sweetly, comment that summer is coming, I want to be healthy, and I'm pretty darn sure she's the same one that commented on my salad dressing purchase last year. I know... I can't remember what I ate yesterday but for some things... I have the memory of an elephant. After that, I queue for petrol.
I've had my thinking cap on the past couple of days. I'm out on Saturday night and I've had a few nights out recently, and while this is highly unusual, and I've had a lovely time, it's time for a reality check and I really need to re-focus.
The economic climate dictates that I need to find a new, second job, or a totally new main job, to cut down on the early mornings, (4am starts,) and costly fuel consumption. I'm going to have to be super organised and have the housework and sleep, regimentally factored in, that will leave little, to no time, for socialising. Still, needs must.
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