Today is my first day of a week off work; YAY! A holiday! It’s been a very stressful week at work and I was really looking forward to a lie-in this morning. I slept well last night for the first time in a few days (we lost Middle-Sized Cat on Tuesday and I wake up in the middle of the night missing him!) I woke up at 6:30 and thought, ‘Oh good, I’m on holiday. I can have a lie-in.’ By 6:40 I was feeling restless, by 6:45 I was out of bed and heading down to the kitchen to make coffee and feed Enormous Cat and Tiny Cat II… who were very happy about the lack of lie-in. By 9:30 we had a load of washing on, I’d hand-washed two jumpers, made some more coffee and had breakfast. Hubby had dusted round the house and hung out the washing and put the next load in. We DID go back to bed to drink the coffee and read, which was nice, but it wasn’t a proper lie-in. I think it’s because we’re missing Middle-Sized Cat – he loved weekends. We normally bring a coffee up to bed at weekends and he would always bound upstairs (or creak upstairs in his later years), jump on the bed, snuggle up to me and purr manically for as long as I was prepared to stay there! He is sorely missed.
And talking of sore … I have a bad shoulder. It’s not RA, the RA is behaving itself very nicely thank you, which I suppose is why I’m not blogging much; it’s purely muscular, but damn it’s painful! I have no idea what I’ve done to myself – quite probably bad posture, given where it is … says Polly, pulling herself up straight while typing! Probably not aided by cat and work-induced stress! I’ve been trying (and failing dismally) to lose weight, and have been doing various bopping about embarrassingly in front of a DVD type exercises, which may also have exacerbated the problem. I wanted to do those this morning to work off the biscuits* I shouldn’t have eaten yesterday, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to. I’ve lost a handful of pounds but no doubt will put them back on again during my week off. Aaaaaaaaaaargh.
* I’ve been incredibly good at healthy, low-calorie eating for the last few weeks, but I met a friend for coffee at our favourite local café yesterday and the very nice café owner will insist on giving us free biscuits, and my friend absolutely refused to eat four, and they sat there and looked at me and said ‘eat me …’ until I did.