Thursday.

I thought I'd blog a weekday, to balance out the lovely weekend stuff. It wasn't the quietest day as it happens. It's normally just breakfast, bus, work, lunch, work, bus, dinner, tv, junk food, bed. With possible variations of jillian, bible study, or eating out. Hence, this will be a super boring read, but I want to post in the interests of a fair representation of my life.



It's going to be a hot day apparently.

I got up at 6.30 to hang washing outside to dry. My earliest wake-up since daylight savings! High five for me.

My radio is on Eastside.

I got dressed in a dress and cardigan, had breakfast while reading a detective book, put lunch in bag, closed the curtains and windows to keep the heat out of the house today, and went to the bus stop.

I got a seat on a bus at 7.35.

I was the second one to the office. I read a psalm and prayed a bit.

I started work, reading emails and stuff.

Martyn arrived and I asked if he was a JP because he looks like one. He is!

Martyn certified a copy of my ID. Today I am posting in my tax bill cheque and a form to consolidate super (requiring certified ID, to move $13.44 worth of super.)

My neck is stiff.

The Frenchman is in the office today. He is the one who tipped me off about a new pillow for my neck cricks.

I'm working on making bible studies into pdfs people can download, A4 size, US letter, and iPad size.
It's copy and paste stuff.

I'm listening to Willy Mason on Spotify.

I'm wearing socks that I took to work because my feet get cold in the aircon.

It is a colleague's birthday, so S brought in cake for afternoon tea. It looks like a kid's cake with smarties on top.

I ate a big morning tea because bored: some cashews, a banana, 2 milk coffee biscuits and a few m&ms.

I posted my letters across the street to see if it was hot, it wasn't hot.

I had a salad for lunch.

We had birthday cake at 2pm, including trying to sing Happy Birthday to the tune Ride of the Valkyries.

We did weekly office prayer time.

At 3.30 M asked me why I hadn't cleaned my teeth yet, because he sets his watch by my 2pm tooth brushing. So I cleaned my teeth.

Cake coma. Listening to new Paul Kelly album on Spotify. Sleepy.

4.30, someone found champagne in the fridge and we drank it for the birthday girl.

5pm I went home.

I got in my washing.

A friend came over to do Jillian with me, she's a beginner so we did a bit over half. It's our fortnightly catch-up.

Shower, dinner + lunch prep, tv, dessert, crochet, flatmate chat, cross stitch, bed at 10pm.

Rai on piano.

My weekend, reading out loud.

Oh, how I love to relive my weekend on a Monday by typing it into my blog. I cherry-pick all the parts that sound most productive or creative, for my own pleasure. If my blog is of no interest to you, at least I can tell myself that I have a very nice life.

On Saturday afternoon I met Becky in the park and we read a book, taking turns to read out loud, for about 2 hours. I also crocheted. We read the first 4 chapters of The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett. It's a YA book, so it moves quickly and is light and quirky. We are both pretty good readers. I would like to start a club for reading out loud, but only people who are good readers would be allowed to read. Anyone could come and listen.

 

On Sunday I watched Insiders and Inside Business. I avoid the news all week, and then watch some politely moderated civilised discussion. I find it very restful, like reading the newspaper. I did some oil painting (finished one and decided another one was a failure to throw out) and some cross stitch while listening to the Hard Magic audiobook. I walked to church.

It wasn't all perfect. I ate too much junkfood. It's been getting too bready and junky for a couple of weeks. My stomach doesn't like it. I am going repent and eat kinder to my body. Fruit and salad and vegetables.