The World Keeps Going Round*

Manage to work harder at Spin today, despite the panther’s presence.  Here is graph:


There is some yellow, which is a definite improvement on recent sessions.

Sit outside at lunchtime and take some photos of Mum’s petunias:


The garden looks wonderful at the moment and it cheers me up to see it.

Do my Body Scan Meditation and sleep and wake up at 3.30pm.  The panther is lying next to me, resting his head on my chest.  Sitting up, I push him away.  Am drinking lemon squash and fizzy water as am feeling sick again.  Don’t know why: surely can’t be dehydrated as am always drinking water.

Waiting for the parentals to return from their lunch party and then we can watch the tennis together.

The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Happy Sunday everyone!
*1965.  Song by The Kinks.  Written and produced by Ray Davies.  From the album The Kink Kontroversy.

You Shouldn’t Be Sad*

Do not perform well today at Spin.  Graph does not seem available to show you.  Remind self that the important thing is that am there, making the effort and turning up.  Push myself as hard as I can, and that’s all I can do at the moment.  Strength and speed will return: the important thing is to keep going.  KBO!

Have a bath when return from Spin so am clean.  Have lunch with Dad, then do Body Scan Meditation and sleep for hours.  Have just woken up at 4.17pm.  

The panther is lying next to me as I sit up in bed.  He rests his head in my lap and I stroke his soft head.  Am sipping some water, hoping to recover a bit.

Am going to post this and then crawl through to the living room to watch some tennis.

The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Happy Saturday everyone!
*1965.  Song by The Kinks.  Written and produced by Ray Davies.  From the album Kinda Kinks.

Dog Collar Crime*

Push self hard at Spin and manage to do a bit better than in recent sessions.  Show you:


Despite the panther lying on the floor in front of my bike, get my heart rate up into the yellow zone a fair bit.  So that is good.

Walk Gandalf.  Here we are:


The panther stalks along with us, sticking close to me.  Love my Gandalf though and he cheers me up.  The panther can’t stop me enjoying my walk with my gorgeous canine chum.  Look how beautiful he is.

Do my Body Scan Meditation and have been sleeping.  Am going to see if can find some tennis to watch.

The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Happy Friday everyone!
*2013.  By Adrienne Giordano.  A Lucie Rizzo mystery, book 1.

Game Set Danger*

“You’re not going to stop me enjoying this,” I say to the panther.  We’re at Queens to watch the tennis.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all year and…”

“I can stop you enjoying it,” the panther says, rubbing his head against my leg.  All around us people are drinking: champagne, Pimms, wine.  This is my first Non-Drinking Summer.

“Look, I’m going to watch the tennis,” I say to the panther.  “I’m going to enjoy it and…”

“Your shoulder hurts,” the panther says.  “And you look fat in that dress and…”

“It doesn’t matter,” I say.  “I’m just going to focus on the tennis.”

Happy Thursday everyone!
*1983.  By Anna Clarke.  Tennis crime novel.

Morning Glory*

Am watching Dimitrov versus Benneteau at Queens.  It’s very hot at the parental home but there is a fan on the table, so that’s good.  The panther sprawls across the sofa next to me, resting his head on the sofa arm.  He watches the screen, his amber eyes wide.  I think he likes the motion of the tennis ball.

For the first time since my operation, am able to do some arm and chest weights with my trainer, so that’s good.

“Put the morning glory in your blog,” Mum says, so here it is:


Not sure where that fluffy monster is.  It’s very hot out there so he’s probably asleep under a bush somewhere.  Love my fluffy so much.

Have been sleeping this afternoon.  Am very tired at the moment.

The attached photo is today’s gym outfit.

Happy Wednesday everyone!
*1989.  By LaVyrle Spencer.  Historical romance novel.

Fashion Faux Paw*

Catch the train half the way to Dolly’s and just walk the last bit.  Check the ground with my hand: put hand on pavement for five seconds and it’s not too hot.  So can walk Dolly.

Here she is:


It is so lovely to see her and cuddle her.  I love her.  You can see us together in the attached photo.

Catch train home as by then it’s Hot. Do Body Scan Meditation and have been sleeping.  Have just woken up and am sitting up in bed drinking a Diet Coke.  The panther lies next to me, stretched out alongside me.  He rests his head on his paws.  He is sleeping.

Am going to haul self out of bed and watch some tennis from Queens.  It is quite cool in the flat, thank goodness.

Happy Tuesday everyone!
*2012.  By Judi McCoy.  A Dog Walker Mystery book 6.

Two Sets To Murder*

Have been sleeping.  Now am collapsed with the panther in the nest in front of the television.  He rests his huge head on my thighs and I stroke the soft back of his neck.  

We are watching the action from Queens.  Kyle Edmund is about to come on court.  So, on the plus side it’s the grass court season at last.

At Spin this morning the panther drapes himself over my shoulders so can’t push self.  Can’t keep speed or strength up.  Here is graph:


The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Need to unload the dishwasher and have a bath.  Hopefully soon they will stop talking and there will be some tennis.

It is very hot.  Am feeling quite sick: maybe am dehydrated.  Must have some more water.

Happy Monday everyone!
*1963.  By Ludovic Peters.  Tennis murder novel.

Deadly Heat*

“I’m going for a walk round the block,” I say to Mum.

“Drop a card in at that house with the Samoyed then,” Mum says, chopping lettuce to go in a salad.

“Will do,” I say.

Here is one of my cards:

The walk is tough.  My legs feel so heavy: the panther leans against me, slowing me down.  It’s a huge struggle just to walk round the block, but drop a card in the Samoyed’s letterbox.

It’s very hot today.  Try to push self at Spin but the panther sprawls across my lap, slowing me down.  Here is graph:


Am glad that have delayed Instructor Course, there’s no way that would be ready for it at the beginning of July.

Have been sleeping all afternoon.  Am not feeling well.  Think am dehydrated so am drinking lemon squash.  At 5.47pm it’s still Very Hot.

On the plus side: the fluffy monster is feeling better and has been eating.

The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Happy Sunday everyone.
*2013.  By Richard Castle.  A Nikki Heat murder mystery novel, book 5.

One Hot Murder*

Try to push self at Spin but the panther lies on the floor next to me and drags my feet down with his teeth.  Here is graph:


After Spin, we drive to the hospital to pick up a prescription for 37.5mg tablets of venlafaxine.  Dr Stein says that am allowed to raise the dose of my antidepressant but only by a small amount.  So need these little tablets.  Take one, but it may well be weeks before they start to work.

Am sitting up in bed writing this.  The panther lies next to me.  He rests his huge head in my lap.  It is very heavy.  I stroke the soft fur on the back of his neck.

The fluffy monster is not well.  He has cystitis and also he’s off his food.  This is bad as he won’t drink water unless its sprinkled on his food and he needs to drink to cure the cystitis.  We are concerned about him.  Poor fluffy monster.

Am going to wash my hair soon.  Do Body Scan Meditation but can’t sleep: it’s too hot.

The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Happy Saturday everyone!
*2013.  By Lorraine Bartlett.  A Victoria Square mystery novel, book 3.

Sleight Of Paw*

It’s 5.22pm.  Am sitting up in bed.  The panther is lying next to me, resting his head on his front paws.  He is asleep.  Every so often he twitches the end of his tail or one of his ears.  Now he is back it’s as if he’s always been here: I am my true self again with him.

He is with me at Spin this morning, lying on the floor in front of my bike.  In consequence, I can’t keep the speed up.  Here is graph:


Suspect also am not fully recovered from my procedure.

The fluffy monster hasn’t been well. He’s had cystitis.  Poor fluffy.  He’s sitting on my windowsill now to keep him away from his enemy next door.

Here he is:


The cystitis is apparently caused by stress: due to the arrival of the new cat next door.

Walk home from Spin this morning. It takes an hour.

At lunchtime see two red kites circling in the sky far above the garden.  Maybe there are Chicks.  Hope so 

Happy Friday everyone!
*2011.  By Sofie Kelly.  A Magical Cats Mystery, Book 2.