The 3rd of August.
It is warm again, but not too warm. Hooray!
This morning, not very much happened – did a blog post, Christine came home. Little bit of crochet – I’m redoing the yoke of the dress because the one I did with the 2mm hook seems too small. We shall see!
Had lunch, then I went to the gym. Third time this week! I’m not their most committed member though – there is a teenage girl who is there every day, I’m pretty sure. I am slightly concerned about her because she is already super slim. I kind of want to ask her what she is hoping to achieve over the holiday (it is since schools broke up that she has started appearing) but obviously I can’t. It was busier than Wednesday, but thankfully nobody smelled today so I coped with it.
Back home, I booked my train tickets for Janelle Monáe and an Anthony Nolan thing I have a few days later. September is going to be good!
The 4th of August.
My back is bad this evening. Maybe the CBD capsules were doing *something*? I’ll see if this persists and if it does, that means I’m going to have to spend more money and experiment again. Or maybe I’ll finally get another appointment with Dr. Blaney. It could happen. Today is two years and I tried oramorph for my pain and all it did was make me vomit copiously.
This morning, I finished the yoke of my dress while watching Saturday Kitchen, which featured a woman who can’t have been of sound mind because her food heaven was aniseed. Wrong.
Then I spent the afternoon on a nicely air-conditioned cinema with Daddy and Christine watching Ant-man and the Wasp. It is pleasantly entertaining – nothing spectacular, but lots of action and lots of jokes. I swear Paul Rudd ages backwards. The message I took away was that if people asked for help instead of deciding to be enemies, lots of damage could be avoided. Or certain people need to deal with their existential death bullshit. If you see it, stay for the first post-credits scene.
Now home, I’ve realised I have to undo the last round of the dress. It’s okay. I can fix it.