Typing this in front of Foyle's War (again). I'm resisting the urge to blow my calorie count with another glass of wine.
If I'm honest, it's been an utterly mind-numbing day: I spent all of it wading through the same sets of documents I was looking at yesterday. How enthralling was this work? A snapshot of my notes tells the story:
Yup, that thrilling. The highpoint of the day was lunchtime when I went for a walk around the block to get some fresh air and get some blood pumping. I'd kind of like to know a bit more about the water tower on Kerferd Road (out the back of work) - It has to predate the daycare centre that sits beneath it.
The other day Facebook threw up a picture of the ex from a few years ago - the way it does with that 'Memories' function it has. It was from a date we went on for her birthday when we went for dinner and to see Dylan Moran at the Palais Theatre. It was probably the last time I did something that made her happy, and the last time we weren't at each others throats. In honesty, I could have done without the reminder. The truth is, in spite of everything I still miss her, and I miss how happy we were together. A man can't live in the past, of course, and I don't think much about the Before Time. I guess that's why I could have lived without seeing the picture: sometimes things are best left alone.
I swam the Tiber in connection with marrying the ex. I regret neither of those decisions, but somehow when I look at something like a Marian shrine (like this one at Sacred Heart church in Tatura - I took the photo today) I can't say my heart's completely in it either. Absent any better ideas I certainly don't plan on re-swimming the Tiber. I'm afraid that in this especially, I have no sounder conclusion to offer except a thoughtful "hmmm".
Not much more to add tonight. I hope all's well with you and that your weeks are shaping up well!