September 20th 2020
Today was a good day. Mum and Dad took me out for a birthday-ish brunch with my sister, her boyfriend, and my niece. Sophia is my other sister’s baby, and Genine wasn’t there, but I guess half of her kind of was.
Sophia is usually unsure of me because I have a beard and those confuse her (also I don’t see her much), but today and yesterday she was loving me! So brunch was a great success, even if the cuteness of her throwing her bracelet in the air for me to chase after did eventually run out and become tiresome.
Because Mum and Dad had to take Sophia back to London to Genine’s, I ended up getting home earlier than I had imagined, and so I decided to clean the kitchen. Which is… uncharacteristic. It started by the fact that I’d run out of dishwasher tablets and so was washing everything in the sink by hand, and then I kind of figured that I may as well give the sides and the microwave and the (outside of the) oven a clean too.
I realise that cleaning does not usually come as part of ‘a good day’, but having the desire and motivation to take care of the flat is kind of momentous for me. And all it took was me being too lazy to go buy more dishwasher tablets.
Then, I ran a 5k for the 140th consecutive day. 20 weeks. Madness. No, my legs don’t hurt at all. No, I don’t have a target in mind. No, I’m not looking forward to running in winter when it’s dark at 4 o’clock and pissing it down. Yes, I will run in winter when it’s dark at 4 o’clock and pissing it down.
I’ve said all along that milestones aren’t what motivates me to get out and run every day, but 20 weeks is a cool one. You know what’s cooler than 20 weeks though? A billion dollars.
Wait wrong meme.
Anyway. I’m off to read the rest of Animal Farm because I’m really enjoying drawing parallels between a political party of pigs who persecute and prosecute the proletariat public in pursuit of personal profits and power and, well, the Animals on that Farm. (N.B.: In that analogy, the Primary Pig Party is the Conservative Government, in case that wasn’t clear)
Until tomorrow, happy birthday-ish Brunch to me.