July 5th 2020
Today I’m at the point of lockdown where every day is starting to feel the same. I have the same breakfast every day (two eggs, philly, sliced ham, and rocket in a bagel), I have coffee at the same time every day (one at 10 and one at 2), I go for the same run, at the same time, on the same route, for the same distance every day (a 5k route around Pittville Park), I eat the same dinners (Asian-inspired meat with noodles and/or rice), I go to bed at the same time (11pm).
There’s not enough variety. And so yesterday I went to the pub with some friends, because that’s a thing you can do now. And on Tuesday I’m going back to work, because that’s a thing we can do now. Because I need to mix it up a bit. I need something to change my routine. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love each of those parts of my day individually — just when you stitch them together and copy and paste them over every day for three months, it’s starting to get to me.
Until tomorrow, did you sleep well, Mr Connors?