Day Of Atonement*

It’s 5.45pm on the Day of Atonement.  Hit 30,000 words of the Memoir earlier today so am pleased with self.  Well: pleased in some ways.  Just had to write a scene with five characters in it and that was difficult: wish my actual writing was better.  Mustn’t grumble and must remember that it’s just a first draft: can improve the writing later.

Haven’t been to synagogue but have given thanks to G-d for New Chap from the comfort of my bed.  Have been in bed pretty much all day.

Really exhausted.  Think am not feeling well after yesterday’s flu vaccination.

The fluffy monster is in for the evening – you can see him in the attached photo.

Need to have bath and wash hair as we have been invited out to break the fast by some chums, which is lovely.  Am lying on my bed writing this but need to clean my lenses.  Am going to wear trousers as CBA to shave legs and don’t want to wear tights.

Happy Saturday everyone!
*1991.  By Faye Kellerman.  Book 4 in the Peter Decker/ Rina Lazarus mystery series.

Who By Fire*

Achievements Of The Day:

  1. Push self hard at Spin.  Here is graph:
  2. See also attached photo with The Master.
  3. Write 711 words of the Memoir before lunch.
  4. Queue up with all the most elderly residents of the village to have flu injection.
  5. Remember in the nick of time that have had all nodes out on both arms so have injection in thigh instead.
  6. Sleep.
  7. Have new Minx toes and lash tint.
  8. Have won an award: Cyclist of The Month!

The period between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur is when anyone who thinks they may have offended someone is meant to ask them for forgiveness.  Have been half-expecting messages apologising for offending me from a couple of friends but so far have not received them.  Ah well.  Never mind.

On the plus side we have Hitler’s Women recorded to watch so am going to watch that with the parentals, panther and fluffy monster.

Happy Friday everyone!
*1974.  By Leonard Cohen.  Appears on the album New Skin For The Old Ceremony.  It’s a translation of the Unetaneh Tokef prayer, recited on the Day of Atonement (tomorrow) when the Book of Life is opened and it is detailed who will die and by what means.

The Ritual Bath*

Work hard at Spin this morning.  Here is graph:

See also attached photo with my instructor.

Walk my elderly labrador client at 11am and again at 2pm.  

My aunt comes to see us for lunch and it’s warm enough to sit in the garden.

Have a rest and then crack on with the Memoir.  It now stands at 28,086 words.

We give the fluffy monster his pill and then the parentals go out for the evening.  Am writing this in bed under my furry blanket with the fan on.  The panther lies curled up at the bottom of my bed, chin resting on his front paws.  His eyes are closed but every so often he twitches an ear.

Here is the fluffy monster last night:

Am going to have a bath and then make some supper.

Happy Thursday everyone!
*1986.  By Faye Kellerman.  Book 1 in the Peter Decker/ Rina Lazarus series of mystery novels, set in a remote yeshiva community in the California hills.

Pigeon Pie*

The pigeon fledgling stares at me.  Staring back at him, I move towards him.

“Come on little chap,” I say.  “You can’t stay here.”  He’s just sitting in front of the bike sheds at the flat.  Here he is:

Moving towards him, I go to pick him up but decide against it.  If his parents return for him, they’ll reject him if he smells of human.

“Can you move at all?” I ask him.  He stares at me but then shuffles forward.  His legs seem to work at any rate.

“I have to go now,” I say.  “I hope you’ll be OK.”

I’m late for the gym as it is.  Here I am doing the lat pull down:

See also the attached photo.

Make it to parentals for lunch and then have a rest.

Memoir is now 26,016 words.  The writing was like pulling teeth today, but I did it.  It’s 6.51pm and it’s almost dark, which is horrible.  The panther lies at the foot of my bed, resting his chin on his front paw, tail dangling behind him.  

Had better post this and then it will be supper time.

Happy Wednesday everyone!
*1940.  By Nancy Mitford.  Satirical spy and high society novel.

Murder On Gramercy Park*

It’s 6.54pm and it’s getting dark already which is horrible.  On the plus side: have written 24,020 words of the Memoir.  The writing is tough going today but still bash out my two thousand words, so that’s the main thing.  Can always rewrite it later, the important thing is to have some text to improve…

Work hard at the gym.  Here I am working my triceps:

See also attached photo.  Also do leg press, Chest Press, arm extension, pulley and Pectoral machine.

Meet Hannah in the park for a walk.  It’s a warm sunny day so the lemurs are jumping around and not all huddled around their heater.

Do Body Scan Meditation and have a rest but don’t sleep.  Then write my 2000 words.  Now need to hang the washing on the airer but first must move the dry clothes and put them away.

The panther lies next to me in bed, resting his head on my tummy.  Stroking the soft back of his neck, I think about what to cook for supper.

Happy Tuesday everyone!
*2001.  By Victoria Thompson.  Book 3 in the Gaslight mystery series, starring Detective Sergeant Frank Malloy.

The Body Beautiful Murder*

Work hard at training this morning. Here is my single arm low row:

See also attached photo.  Also do leg press, weighted lunges, Chest Press and squats.  Wear my new Onzie trousers, as you can see.

Walk home and write 500 words before lunch as Suzie is coming this evening and want to have written 2000 words by the time she arrives.

Have lunch and watch last night’s Victoria.  Then do Body Scan and sleep.

Wake up and write 1500 words and have just finished when Suzie arrives.  The Memoir now stands at 22,040 words.  Am really pleased with self.

Am sitting up in bed drinking Diet Coke and writing this.  The panther lies next to me, resting his head in my lap.  Scratching behind his ears, I listen to the fan whirring.  The window is open: it’s a warm day.

Right: am going to talk to my chum.

Happy Monday everyone!
*1976.  By Kin Platt.  A Max Roper detective novel focusing on weightlifting and the Mr Universe contest.

In Dog We Trust*

Stay at the parental home last night with my fluffy monster and watch a couple of episodes of Fawlty Towers – which are still hilarious – and one episode of Gardeners’ World, which I have grown to love.  Love watching Monty Don’s golden retrievers Nigel and Nellie.

The fluffy monster sits on his pink chair, keeping me company.  Here he is:

He looks a bit green due to the flash I think.

Work hard at Spin this morning.  Here is graph:

You can see me with The Boss in the attached photo.

Dad drives me back to the flat and have a toasted feta and avocado sandwich for lunch and then have a sleep.

Wake up at four o’clock this afternoon and get straight on with the Memoir.  In exciting news: have written 20,055 words.  Am so pleased with self.

Am going to celebrate with a glass of Diet Coke and an episode of Midsomer Murders.  Am sitting up in bed and the panther is resting his heavy head on my shoulder.

Happy Sunday everyone!
*2010.  By Neil S. Placky.  Book 1 in the Golden Retriever mystery series, starring detectives Steve Levitan and Rochester the golden retriever.

A Bed By The Window*

The parentals have gone out for the evening so am looking after the fluffy monster.  Have just been writing the Memoir in bed.  It’s now 18,009 words and am quite pleased with what I wrote today: there are bits of good writing in there I think.

Work hard at Spin this morning.  Here is graph:

You can see me with my instructor in the attached photo.

See my psychiatrist after lunch.  He is pleased that my mood isn’t quite as low as it was: the lurasidone is doing something.  He’s also pleased that am writing the Memoir and that New Chap is visiting soon.  Please let mood come up soon!  It’s been low for three and a half months now…

Am in bed under my furry blanket.  The fan whirrs.  Need to go and watch some television and sort out supper.  The panther sits on my windowsill, looking out over the garden.  Every so often he twitches an ear.

Right: am going to watch Fawlty Towers and cuddle my fluffy monster.

Happy Saturday everyone!
*1990.  By M. Scott Peck.  Murder mystery novel set in a nursing home.

The Gray Ghost Murders*

Work quite hard at Spin although I don’t do as well as yesterday.  Here is graph:

See attached photo with The Master.  

Then walk Gandalf.  We have a lovely walk in the sunshine.  Here we are:

Because of the sunlight streaming through the trees there are some photos where we look like ghosts:

Have lunch, then do Body Scan and sleep.

Wake up at four o’clock and drag a cup of coffee, a glass of lemon squash and my laptop into my bedroom.  Work on the Memoir.  Have now done 16,113 words and there’s definitely some good writing in there, even though it needs work. Am just so pleased with myself for sticking with it and for managing two thousand words per day, which sounds a lot but which is only really a couple of hours of writing.

The panther lies next to me, resting his head on my thighs.  Stroking the soft back of his neck, I put the tags into this post.

Happy Friday everyone!
*2013.  By Keith McCafferty.  Book 2 in the Sean Stranahan detective series, set in Montana.

Killer In The Rain*

Work hard at Spin this morning after a few days off.  Here I am with The Master:

Here is graph:

My Onzie trousers have arrived.  Look:

Am pleased with them.

I walk my elderly labrador client twice today.  He is pleased to see me.  No photos of him am afraid as it’s raining.

Do my Body Scan Meditation and sleep this afternoon.  Have been doing a bit of work which has kept me from the Memoir and am itching to get back to it tomorrow. 

Here is the fluffy monster:

You can also see him in the attached photo.

Am writing this in bed, under my furry blanket.  The panther is sitting on my windowsill looking out of the window at the rain.  His tail hangs down behind him and every so often he twitches its tip.

It’s 6.20pm now.  Am going to post this, have a bath and then it will be time for supper.

Happy Thursday everyone!
*1964.  By Raymond Chandler.  Short story collection.