Nine Feet Underground

Multiply interrupted sleep due to the heat and flies. Woke up several times, each time still feeling tired. Today is the big day.  I shall (valuation notwithstanding) be taking around a hundred books, mainly novels, to the charity shop.  This is the first stage of a bigger process to get to a book collection / library that fits into the four (maybe five) book cases that I have. When I delivered the books to the charity shop, the man in the hat asked if I was moving house, and I said "no, I've just realised that I will be dead before I've read all the books I have remaining." As I continue the process of sorting through my books, I've decided that those that go will be called 'post-death' books and the books as a whole will be my 'dead list'.   Most of the books I have given to charity are books that I've read, but know I'll never read again, and they are mainly novels. It turns out there may be such a thing as "too many books" or ...

Working Wednesday, yes, you read that right, which is boosted by the early morning yoga session.  The usual 30 minutes of breathing exercises to scare the carer, followed today, not by sun salutes (we've done a lot of those recently and the sun is really making its presence felt now) but by stretching exercises: the sorts of thing that medieval torture devices used to do, only for fun and self-inflicted. I jest (sticking with the medieval theme) - but at times the use of straps does seem to lend an air of something like that to it. I haven't been out today, obviously, seeing as how I'm in total lockdown for the next two weeks. This means it has been a case of yoga, shower, breakfast, then sit at work laptop and work out what my priority for today is. As the weather is perfect for drying, I've changed my bed today, washed it all and hung it out to dry. Result! Only thing is I'll have to make my bed in the evening. I hate that. Let's face it I hate all chores:...