August 15th (reversion)

The weather was nice today, so did Chi Kung outside for the first time in a while. Somehow, everything makes more sense this way. Then went to work. Had to make a conscious effort not to revert to my usual role as kitchen skivvy, and focus on making lovely coffee. I may have an inferiority complex.

Despite my vast experience of shopping failures, I never realise that a written list is the best route to efficient purchasing. Today I relied on the three B approach – bin liners, bread, and belt. This worked well initially, with a few extra items added for good measure; boxers to prevent unpleasant chafing, and biscuits to provide me with unnecessary sugar. However, onions does not start with B, and now we only have one left.

I’ve been reading King Saul’s storyline recently, as a prequel to David. I feel sorry for him, as he’s probably the most tragic character in the bible. God seemed to use his life as a reason why David needed to be king instead. It makes sense as a literary device, but he was a real person as well.

August 10th (goodbye mr gray)

Had an interview at the Department for Education today. Found it interesting that there was a collection point for a food bank our church helps with. Not that I agree with the Conservatives regimes, but they always get slandered for their poor approach to low-income people, but there is never any mention of clear acts of charity in a governmental building.

Went to Peace Gardens afterwards, and after a sustained effort, finally finished The Picture of Dorian Gray, and can confirm it isn’t a prequel to the Fifty Shades series. It has its elements of fantasy, but none are sexual. Also bought an amazing new pan; thirty centimetres of pure frying potential.

In the evening, I made the executive decision that watching anime would be more entertaining than reading the bible. This judgement was probably true, but now I’m feeling the Song of Songs vibes.

August 3rd (bye bye bagels)

In a rare moment of accurate time management, I woke up early enough to float around dreamily, and get to work ten minutes early. I even managed to read the Bible like a good Christian, and pray! Then was the slow, unpublicised funeral of the leftover cinnamon and raisin bagels. As they’ve been taken of the menu, any remaining are being slowly consumed behind the scenes; sorrowful and scrumptious simultaneously.

After tea, I slotted in a lonely rave before ascending to my bedroom to rest in glory. In my head, I always think that long times of worship must equal the best encounters. God doesn’t need ages, but we do, and he makes himself patient for us.