My son informed me that he would catch the train to work today. My soul screamed “Yes”. For so many reasons, most of whom involve my friend and her nightmare. I slept in – or rather instead of getting up and doing something productive, I hid my grief in finishing a book – can’t even remember what the book was. I drove to school, drove home and contemplated Yoga – still contemplating it. Maybe later. My soul is shattered.
I remembered to look at the app. My walk from Caboolture to work was 3.28km yesterday. Google Maps lied again – they said it was only 3km. I was slower from Caboolture to work than home to the train, but I’m okay with that. I have to walk tomorrow again. I hope I can do a similar time or just a fraction faster. The time was 44 mins and 12 seconds. I’ll probably get a friend to drop me at the train on the way home. Next week is early enough to add another 3kms plus to my exercise routine. 5 school days off before I have a long rest from teaching. I am looking forward to that, especially now. Every time I pause I think of my friend and the quality young man the world lost. I was run down before this. I think this is the mouse that sank my boat and if you don’t get the reference then google “Who sank the boat?” It’s a picture book.