Broken Glass

Wake up and it’s snowing. Again.

One of the robins is sitting on the sundial in the snow. The birds have been building their nests. Hope, if they’ve laid eggs, that the chicks don’t die in the freezing temperatures.

“If they’ve laid eggs already,” Mum says “there’s time for them to hatch a second clutch, if the first eggs don’t hatch because of the weather.”

So that’s something. Poor little birds though, being out in this.

Someone has spent all day inside:

Dad drives me to Spin in the snow. It’s The Boss’s class, a Fartlek one which means the unknown road. Work quite hard but struggle to get into the yellow zone. Here is graph:

Burn 532 calories so that’s good.

My chum drives me home and then Dad takes me to see Dr Stein my psychiatrist. He is pleased with me. Mood remains up. We discuss whether or not should raise the dose of my antidepressant as mood is scheduled to drop soon. He doesn’t want me to raise antidepressant dose as that could send mood very high.

Quick lunch and then off to the Watford Palace Theatre for Broken Glass. It’s the 80th anniversary of Kristallnacht this year. The play is about a Jewish woman in New York who gets a hysterical paralysis where she can’t move her legs, in 1938 after reading about the events of Kristallnacht in Germany. It’s a powerful play and a wonderful production: do see it if you can.

I remember seeing the original London production at the National with Mum and Grandad back in the 1990s.

The parentals drop me back at the flat to an amazing surprise: have won Wimbledon tickets in the public ballot. It’s two seats on Court 1 on Friday 13th July. Am excited. Am going to take Mum with me.

Cleaner has been so flat is clean and tidy. It’s warming up now have put on the heating.

Need to:

  1. Unload dishwasher.
  2. Have bath.
  3. Reapply nail varnish on one nail.
  4. Make supper.
  5. Do physiotherapy exercises.

You can see me with The Boss at Spin this morning in the attached photo.

Happy Saturday everyone!

*1994. Play by Arthur Miller.

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