Off To See The Doctor

I go for a checkup. I'm listening to Tina Turner as I walk there. Ah, a bit of Tina as I walk through the streets. Lovely.

I get there right on time, 8.30am. Funny how doctors always keep you waiting, even if you are there right on time. I always think of that Seinfeld episode with the dentist. Chuckle.

Everything is good, doc is happy with me.

"You are making it easy for me," he said. 

I wasn't, exactly, sure what he meant by that, I guess because I am attending therapy and doing all the things asked of me, like taking my pills. So many pills.

"We'll probably be able to take you some off them eventually," he says.

I wanted to say, define some & eventually, but I let it go.

I was out by 9.15am. It was a nice morning to walk home.

I worked until 2.45pm'ish. Then I got ready for training.

I got on my bike and went to my gym session in the afternoon. It's really nice, the way I go it is just about all of it through parks, or dedicated bike tracks. Lovely

Girl trainer was sick, so it was boy trainer and me. Nice to have a bit of boy trainer, for a change. Not that I would swap girl trainer, no I wouldn't.

I felt stuffed by the time I was riding home. Still, it is nice to get out and ride in the fresh air, that alone does you good.

You have got to love working from home, though. Have I said that before? Have I? Oh. Chuckle. I can really work whatever hours I like. I guess, it is as long as I do the hours? Why would I ever want to give that up.