Today is my last day off work, and right now I'm not feeling ready to go back tomorrow. I can't complain. I've had 24 days off - nearly an entire month - and I'm well aware how fortunate I am. We had all kinds of plans, and sadly many of them have been abandoned through one person or another being ill. We managed to get as far as Christmas eve before Peter got ill, and then I caught it too, the day after my race, and we've both been snivelling and snuffling and coughing and spluttering ever since, staying in separate rooms, well away from each other. Still, I am trying to slowly ease myself out of illness and back into activity, and as part of that I'm trying to pin down my days, to make me remember what I've been doing. I did make a trip to see some of my family, which was lovely, although the drive wiped me out all of the following day. Closer to home, we wrapped up and wandered down an unfamiliar footpath in a familiar town, and although the weather was a bit grim, it was nice to be out, and to see the beginnings of green shoots in the ground. One day, we sneaked the chickens into the house - a rare treat under the avian flu lockdown. While Peter supervised their shenanigans, I took the opportunity of having them out of the way to clear out their run, digging several barrows of compost out and tipping it onto the veg beds, and getting soaked in the process by the fine mist. It felt good to be doing something out in the garden, even if only for an hour, and it felt good to have the run all nicely tidied up, ready for the arrival of the new chickens next weekend. It's warmer (and drier) inside the house of course, and I've been pottering about finishing the thermal blinds and painting a second coat on the kitchen. I created quite a mess in the process, but slowly things are coming together, with little corners here and there almost seeming finished. So, it's back to work for me tomorrow. From home, thank goodness - easing myself in gently.
I confess I have a new, not-so-secret plan for this year. After a lot of pondering and staring at my diary, I've realised it might just be possible for me to be at work for less than half of the days in every month this year. Wouldn't that be a thing?
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