Indulging.

Unfortunately, I was in a position to satisfy my admiration of women in scrubs last night. I mean, it's rare that you get a chance to admire women in scrubs under good circumstances.

And I have to say that there was a lot to admire compared to the last time I "indulged". The doctor that I was specifically dealing with looked really familiar. It took a few hours before it clicked. She reminded me of a woman that I used to work with about ten years ago. Like, really reminded me, to the point where they could have been sisters.

She was super nice, even when dealing with a troublesome patient (not me).  

Interesting.

In an interesting turn of events, there's a slight possibility that the tall drunk woman who came on to me at a work Christmas party ten years ago might be my new boss. Things in work are going to change next month, and that's something that's been mentioned, though nothing is currently set in stone.

She was very drunk, so I assume she doesn't remember. 

Cuddle up

While the Easter weekend is memorable for a lot of reasons - mainly afternoons spent in bars, trying to get around the archaic local licensing laws, probably the most prominent memory is sleeping with FA2 for the first time.

I don't know if that played into my waking memory this morning, but I woke thinking about FA2, about waking beside FA2. But not for sex, just to cuddle and chat. I've undoubtedly posted before about missing that kind of physical contact and how much I am touch starved, but there's something to be said about waking beside someone, cuddling and chatting.

Amaze amaze amaze.

I've always been interested in space. The black stuff in the night sky, not being left alone (though that's not bad either, in moderation). So I was delighted when I found out that Netflix was live broadcasting the current Artemis mission to the moon.

I've been sat here, in front of the PC, with Netflix on. There's not a lot to see visually, but I'm finding this absolutely fascinating. Years ago, I was absolutely jealous of KfW2 who was in Florida when the last ever shuttle mission landed at Kennedy Space Center in Florida, though she never actually went to see the landing.

It's been nearly ten years since FP and I went to Kennedy Space Center when we were in Florida, which will always be one of my all-time favourite memories. Going to KSC was something I had on my bucket list and it's not every day you get to tick something off that, is it?

Dated memories.

Randomly, about an hour ago, Date No. 1 popped into my head. Well, semi-randomly.

There was a post on Reddit that said (I parpahrase): 

"What are your expectations on a second date if the first date was kinda plain?" 

Which reminded me of the date I had with date No. 1.

Date No. 1 was pretty. I was attracted to her. The conversation flowed easily enough, but it was vanilla. But that's me. You want to get to know me, know my sense of humour, my flirty side? It's highly unlikely you're getting that on a first date. I don't know you well enough.

So, yeah, I wanted to see Date No. 1 again, but she refused. Ah well.

Anyway... that's why Date No. 1 popped into my head in the middle of the afternoon. 

Back at it.

We've just been through Storm Dave, which has meant wind and rain. To be honest, it kinda feels like wind and rain is now our standard weather. But! We're due a spell of a few days of dry weather, with Wednesday meant to be both dry and warm. So that's the day I'm planning on doing some gardening - my first of the season.

I'm not sure how much my back will come into play - mowing the lawn and other small bits and pieces shouldn't be too bad. It'll only take a couple of hours, tops, as well, so it's not like I'll be at it all day. 

Sigh.

While I know that it makes sense because you're booking a room, it still annoys me that I have to pay a premium to stay in a hotel.

Check in as a couple into a nice boutique hotel, it's £150 per night for you both.

Check in as a single person? It's £150 per night.

Booooo!

Yes, I'm bored, unmotivated and creating holidays that I'll never go on. 

 

Counting up.

Four people put their name forward for the steps challenge that I mentioned before. I decided that I'd bow out and leave the other three to it. I don't think that suddenly upping my steps from 3.8K to 11.1K per day is just something that I can do within a few days, and maintain that over a month.

So, I'll spend it trying to increase my step count instead. baby steps. No pun intended.

Fingers crossed.

I had hoped that this weekend would see our regular monthly work thing. It's been a long month and I quite fancied some drinks, socialising and a bit of banter with Quiet girl and that group of people.

I forgot it was Easter weekend, so that's never going to happen. Maybe next weekend then?

One step at a time.

One of the guys in the office has suggested we do a "1 million steps" challenge. Essentially it's a challenge where a team of three attempts to do 1 million steps in a month. That's 333,333 steps per person, or 11,111 steps a day, at least. 

Bear in mind that my current average for last year is 3837 steps, then that means I need to do 3 times the number of steps that I'm currently doing.

I've said that I'll take part if we can get a full team. The goal is tough enough with having to increase it by 50% if there's only two of us.

Oops!

I was going to make a post about how I slept really well last night and didn't wake until nearly 10 AM. It was only when I sat down and started typing that I remembered that the clocks changed last night and I "lost" an hour.

But I didn't lose an hour's sleep because I still slept longer than usual, by about an hour. It seems I'm still catching up on the past few days.