Slow Daze

I spent all morning doing chores around the house. Her Highness and I got the day started with a walk, and then I was onto my domestic duties. I did a huge wash of all the clothes I’d worn to burn detritus in the burn barrel. They stank of smoke, and the smell brough up memories of my early days in professional theatre at the Arts Club. 

Our theatre lobby functioned as a club and music venue when the stage was dark, and that place stank of cigarette smoke. I’d go home every night and, as I pulled my t-shirt or hoodie or sweater over my head as I got ready for bed, my nostrils filled with the smell of smoke, just as they did these past few days of burning forest fall.

At 1:30, I was done, and after just three-and-a-half hours of conscientious domestic work, I was pooped. It was damp and grey outside, and because I was too tired to read, I chose to veg watch TV (Grand Designs). I hardly every watch TV in the day, but on My Day, anything is possible. There are no rules.

We took our afternoon meander during a break in the rain and then came home for a nice cozy night by the fire watching plays in National Theatre at Home. I watched People, Places and Things, knowing nothing about it. At first, I thought it was going to be only semi-interesting because it was about a woman going to rehab, but when she is revealed to be an actor and she starts talking about her life as an actor, I was mesmerized. It was a mighty powerful performance.

Today will be a lovely slow easy day. Two days until January, the month I get my first serious heart test.