Yeah, I'm okay

Things are starting to look better. I'm trying to keep busy, while making time to relax, which sounds deceptively easy.

I had a fun night with Emma on Saturday, it was great to catch up with her and we drank 3 bottles of wine(!) Well it made up for spending all day doing housework.

Sunday I went birding at Carsington with Michael which was really nice, some good birds ( 4 year ticks and one life tick, curlew) and reasonably pleasant company too. Few too many kids about, which is not helpful when you're birding, but I can't complain - they looked like they were learning something and appreciating the wildlife anyway.

I'd planned to go to lectures yesterday, but after a night of not much sleep I didn't go. But I did get some other stuff done, and went to rehearsal. Where I shocked myself by being able to find some notes that have previously eluded me (the secret for me is to stop thinking about it, because my ear and my voice knows exactly here the note is, it's just my brain that doesn't!)

Today I'd planned to exercise with Emma, but she's cancelled as she's going to the doc, and we've re-arranged. We're planning on inspiring each other to exercise more, as we both want to lose weight/get fitter. I'm going to have to be very careful not to overdo it though, because that makes me feel worse.

And my plans for tomorrow have fallen though as well. Jonathan was coming to visit, but he texted me this morning to say he's having problems with the bank and can't make it. Maybe I'm a bit cynical, but he often seems to make that excuse, and it doesn't sound as genuine now that he's working and doing lots of overtime. I could have said I'll go see him, but I'm annoyed and don't see why I should. I can do without the train journey. Perhaps I'll do some uni work instead. Ha ha.

Thursday I'm hoping for a singing lesson, and I have choir rehearsal. Friday someone's coming to (hopefully) fix our fridge-freezer, and our new oven's being delivered. And maybe my game at the role-playing club won't be cancelled.

And Saturday I'm going to London to meet Pete, Nic, Mark and whoever else is going. We'll look at birds and drink tea, and if I know Pete, eat bacon sandwiches. Should be fun.

So I'm sitting on my arse much less than usual. And I do feel better. I still have loads of things I need to do, like talking to uni people, but I'm getting there. All I need now is a visit to the doc. I'm pretty sure I've had a little urinary/kidney infection the last few days - I'm weeing lots and my lower back is very achy and it's not the muscles, it's inside. The hot water bottle helps.

Now to find something fun to do this afternoon....