I slept reasonably well last night. It helps when it’s not
so hot. I got up and stood on the scales; I’d planned to go back on the diet
today. Mind you, I was rather pleased to see that after last week’s holiday I’d
only put on four pounds.
I made toast and a cuppa (two hundred and seventy-seven
calories) and had a look at the internet as I do most mornings. This
morning my Facebook feed was filled with adverts for cruises; something I feel
would bore me senseless. On the other hand, someone I know through dogs was
posting photos of her road trip along Route 66 from Chicago to Los Angeles. Now
I think I’d quite like that… because you can stop off along the way. The people
who took us to Uzbekistan do a Route 66 tour.
Maybe next year?
I munzed and unlocked a qrate, got Wordle on the fifth
attempt (undid), and took the dogs out. As we drove to the woods the
pundits on the radio were interviewing the Chief Secretary to the
Treasury who spoke a lot without actually saying anything.
Politicians charged with running the nation’s finances are on a hiding to
nothing. The Labour ones are full of ideas and suggestions until they actually
have any power to do anything at which point they realise it is all rather
expensive. The Conservatives sell off anything over which they might
conceivably be expected to have any responsibility so nothing is ever their
fault (the water debacle springs to mind)…
We got to the walk and did what used to be our standard
walk before we extended it, but we covered three and a half miles in just over
an hour this morning. As we went we met a couple of other dogs, said hello and
walked on past. We found no swamps or dog poo or squirrels. We chased a
woodpecker, but it cheated by flying off. All rather dull.
We came home. “Daddies’ Little Angel TM”
wasn’t back from her appointment so I cleaned out the pond’s filter, chucked
out the last of the plant wreckage from the bog filter and voomed round with
the bionic burner. After an hour I was knackered, so I made us both a cuppa
then pondered geo-puzzles.
Yesterday I hit on the idea that since there are precious
few geocaches within a hundred miles that qualify for the latest series of
geo-Treasures, I might create some. Last night I planned one such and wrote the
web page for it. I checked that I’d got the sums right – I hadn’t but I think I
have now, It always pays to check. And flushed with success I devised another.
I took. “Daddies’ Little Angel TM” and
Pogo home, then took a circuitous route home via the locations of my new
geocaches and put out some nanos. As you do.
Once home I gave the two cache web pages a last once-over
and sent them in to the geo feds for their assessment with the request that if
all was well they might be published tomorrow or later so that I
get the International Geocaching Day 2025 hider souvenir.
I wrote up some CPD, fed the
fish, and then had a look at the chair yoga workout I found
yesterday. It played for eighteen minutes; I turned it off after six. It was
bollox. I was rather hoping for an actual chair workout; not to be sitting on a
chair and waving my hands in the air whilst trying not to forget to breathe.
I had another look on-line and found the Hasfit workout for
seniors. It took twenty minutes to work through, and for all that
I spent the entire time sitting on a dining chair it wasn’t long before I was
rather sweaty. I shall have another go at it tomorrow, and wear shorts… I think
I might have some somewhere.
I then rewarded myself with a cuppa and a slice of lemon
drizzle cake (two hundred and fifty calories), and after an epic battle
I eventually beat the chess bot.
“er indoors TM” went bowling. I
considered another run-through with the chair workout, but thought better of
it. I don’t want to overdo it just yest. Instead I watched a couple of episodes
of “Orange is the New Black” whilst the dogs snored.
And then I saw that we’ve achieved the second of our three
Munzee Clan challenges for the month. Result.
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