It’s a matter of adjustment, I suppose. Like, me to my new regime, and Dolly to fit the puzzle.
I’m working on a framework schedule for myself:
- Monday: Shopping
- Tuesday: Laundry
- Wednesday: House cleaning
- Thursday: Gardening
- Friday, Saturday and Sunday: Unassigned
Alongside that I need to decide whether to do my online journal first thing in the morning or last thing in the day before TV and dinner. The offline journal has long since dissolved into jottings in my notebook alongside whatever poetry work I’m doing.
Not that there’s much of that. Work, I mean.
Important items on my to-do list:
- Frontline for Dolly, who seems to be troubled with little visitors now that she’s a part-time outdoor cat, and summer is upon us
- Check offside rear tyre on the car–might have a slow puncture
- Get myself a fisherman’s ‘vest’ to replace my bag; and find out what the British English for ‘vest’ is if it’s not ‘waistcoat’
- Get a new Filofax
Apart from that I wish to record that I have instituted a total ban on all things Michael Jackson, avoiding the online headlines, and keeping the TV and radio mute buttons close to hand. The rest of that story is, so far as I am concerned, silence.
