Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of the year. That is to say, we begin a year of clinical rotations, and the anticipation is a little discomforting. So today was herein branded The Last Day of Freedom (a somewhat pessimistic outlook, I admit) and it was one of those days you remember for a long time.
It began somewhat disappointingly with a late start – 11.30am to be precise – and with severely aching muscles. Presumably I spent the night tense with worry of tomorrow, since I haven’t done anything else to warrant muscle ache. However the sun was shining, the birds singing and the garden issued a challenge. It said (for my garden can speak) “I challenge you to ignore your computer, who is restrained to your North facing bedroom by the ethernet connection and to come and sit in this lovely South facing garden with a book, breakfast outside, drinketh of the tea outside, and generally be not the cloistered hermit you are famed to be”. As I was feeling rather brave this morning I replied “I accept your challenge, Oh Garden, and I raise you – I shall do some washing!” And so I did. And as I did I was reminded of previous days of freedom. After my exams last April I “celebrated” by sitting in the sun reading Sharpe’s Havoc. Today I was reading Sharpe’s Devil in exactly the same place, and I suddenly realised that this blog is almost a year old.
It’s funny – being so computer oriented I find absolute joy in doing nothing and thinking nothing for extended periods of time. I don’t spend enough time doing nothing – I must make more time to do nothing.
The day was nicely rounded off with some telly, goats cheese bites (they were breakfast as well, and were so yummy I had more for dinner), a one and a half hour bath complete with incense. I have discovered that using 30-odd Lush products in the bath whilst reading the Lush Times, circling the next products you wish to buy is very relaxing. Now a cinnamon hot choc drink, get my stuff ready for tomorrow, check the train times, finish my hair and go to bed. I’m determined to post this before the day actually becomes tomorrow… EDIT I shouldn’t have worried – my blog is still on GMT…
* At time 4.12 in The Battle is the most emotive piece of music in the history of music. Listen to it loud, listen to it repeatedly.
