The last 24 hours.
I worked. Finished a wee book. Wrote some stuff. Went down an Instagram rabbit hole with this hashtag: #murphybed. Spoke with my Mum. Had a miscommunication with a friend. Fixed miscommunication with friend. Ordered Indian food after sustaining a week from ordering.
Watched Life of Brian.
Slept. Slept for 11 hours.
Drank a cuppa coffee. Let the podcast Comedy Bang Bang with Kurt Braunohler play on my laptop. Got a sexy wink on Instagram from a ‘guy’ from ‘Norway’. Deleted from Instagram a ‘guy’ from ‘Norway’. Whatsapp texted with Marty in England.
Read global news. Stopped reading global news. Avoiding virus stats. Wondering when I should get up and get going … but to where?
In the meantime: I’ve cracked the bedrooms blinds and opened the back garden door to let in Saturday’s daylight. I turned off the podcasts to replace voices with singers:
Ben Danaher’s Silver Screen.
Brandi Carlile’s The Joke:
Eros Ramazzotti Parla Con Me (Speak To Me):
Good things come in threes. Next up. Open windows. Go for a walk.
Between 1 and 10, I’d give the last 24 a solid 8.97