Hurrah, another weekend at home adapting to our new normal. On Saturday this meant that the Hubster whizzed around the house cleaning windows, dusting, clearing weeds from the garden, doing washing etc. Since it's not something he does much of normally, I kept out of his way. After three weeks of reduced exercise, and jumping on the scales to realise that I have gained 1/2 stone, I knew that I needed to pull my finger out and start recreating my daily exercise habit. One problem though is that I am now sharing the turbo trainer with the Hubster.
A quiet day today, a reminder that it is the last working day of the week before the weekend. The weekend is now two days where nothing much is different except that I don't need to work. I spend less time in my back bedroom than the other days. Although I appreciate that at least I do have some differences in the days, as I am still working. For some, weekdays are little different from the weekends right now, when you can't work and can't leave the house, each day is much the same as the others.
Humans were designed to be social animals, and so for some of us this lockdown has forced us to consider how we communicate with each other. For some of the introverts out there, a lockdown is quite good news. They no longer need to interact with people unless they want to. But for the rest of us, there is a very real risk of loneliness setting in. We thrive with human contact, and when we can't have adult conversations with people then it's hard.
I've realised that I need to write this journal and put the day of the week at the top, if only to know what day of the week it is. And I'm not alone.....
So, as we need a little humour right now, I've been trawling the internet to see how people have ....
Today I heard the birds singing. Not just the noisy seagulls that can be heard above the usual city din. But the small birds whose song is usually drowned out under all the noise.
I've discovered that other wildlife has become more noticeable in the silence too.
A friend watched a fox at her gateway. Not darting around avoiding people. Just sitting at the end of her path, watching the world go by. Not that much was going by at all.
In Wales, a wild herd of Kashmiri goats.....
Today my good habits didn't start well, and I went to work in my PJ's.
I promised myself that I wouldn't do this. I promised myself I would get dressed and maintain some semblance of normality. Day 1 of the second week and I already seem to have lost my sense of pride in my appearance, and the ability to get dressed in the morning. Tuesday I have promised myself I will do better.
I wonder how many other people have also let their good intentions slide after just a week.