The Red Mist - like anyone actually cares…

… my eyes have been opened to many revelations.

Firstly, I have learned how to stroll again. My now-departed Dad used to ask me where the fire was as I charged about pell-mell, always in a hurry. No longer. I can now wheel my trolley (the one that I was previously in danger of being off, perhaps) around Tesco at a pace that would make a snail blush. Wonderful.

Also, I no longer hate Monday, or her accomplice, Tuesday. As all the days have equal status, there is no reason to favour one over another. A source of stress-reduction I had not really expected.

I have new enthusiasm for things that were once a chore. Especially gardening. I never thought I’d say that, but I’m suddenly taking a strange pride in making my little corner of the universe pleasant. I’ll never know anything about it, of course, like the actual name of the plants that populate it or anything, but what the hell - they sure do look nice.

Now that I’m not sitting on my bum at a desk all day, I’m finding it relatively easy to lose weight, just by being active during the day. (Really? No shit, Sherlock!) Five pounds in two weeks, without even trying was a pleasant surprise, and if that carries on, I’ll soon be able to start wearing clothes again that have long since been despatched to the wardrobe in the back room. Who cares if they aren’t fashionable any more? (That was never much of a consideration for me, anyway…)

The main one is that, however much time is at my disposal, and however diligently I set about my outstanding tasks each day, I still don’t seem to be able to fit them all in. But I’m sure I’ll have a revelation about that, soon, too…