I remember when I used to like Mondays because l loved my job, enjoyed my life. I always loved that “fresh new week” feeling, so full of possibilities. But now Monday is just a reminder that another week has passed without work or friends or plans. I mean I need a plan at least, in order to have some hope again.
And okay, l do have some plans, but not any l can move forward with at the moment (so l need new plans). And l have friends, but l can’t see them, or when l do, l can’t hug them. And the financial stress situation doesn’t allow me the luxury of boredom. Anyhow, I’ve never been good at being bored. So I am in a constant state of WHAT TO DO NEXT?? without being able to do much. Other than try to come up with a plan.
Thing about making plans is that, when you’re out and about in the world meeting people and doing things, other stuff often happens as a result, and inspiration or luck can be around the next corner. Trust me, I now know every corner of this apartment better than I ever wanted to and… nada. There’s nothing waiting around any of them.
Anyhow, I’m sure if it was Tuesday l wouldn’t be feeling like this. 😉
I just miss my old Mondays, which then reminds me how much I’m missing everything else. And learning yesterday that we’ll be in lockdown now until May… ufff.
Today was also a turning point when I learned that a friend of mine in Sevilla has Covid. Symptoms and all. It’s the first time someone I actually know has come down with the virus. Until now it’s been someone’s friend, family member or co-worker. But this is my friend. Someone I love very much. And so now it’s personal, Covid. Fuck you. And also fuck every anti-masker and idiotic herd immunity whack job, because you are why things have gone this far, and for so long. I despise you all.
How’s your Monday going?
As a freelancer I don’t really experience Mondays like many of you do, so I tend to enjoy it as much as any other day. In fact, I often have to think about what day it is because things like public holidays and weekends don’t really exist for me. But I have to say this was an exceptional Monday! I had plans to meet my friend Juan for a late lunch, so made sure to get all my online work done in the morning. It has been ages since we’d seen each other and it was great catching up over a few pintxos at recently opened Orio.
This timed perfectly with meeting up with Jo after lunch, who was passing through town on her way back to London with a few hours to spare before her flight. So we met first at the Hotel Alfonso XIII (see gorgeous tree above) for an overpriced drink, before heading to La Azotea for a penúltima (below). I had also made plans to meet up with Peter to see the “light show” in Plaza San Francisco and it turned out that Jo had time to join us.
I took a video of this for an Instagram story, which has now disappeared, but here you can see what the crowns look like. It’s actually a very nice display this year. Afterwards Peter and I said goodbye to Jo and headed to our respective homes. Such a lovely day full of friends, food and Christmas lights.
I mean, it started off okay. And nothing went horribly wrong. But things kept not going right. You know the sort of day I mean? Well, this was my Monday. At least until about an hour ago (it’s now 8pm).
I was actually supposed to have taken Luna and Loki to the vet’s for booster shots today, but one of Peter’s students changed her Friday class to this morning so I changed the appointment to Friday, because there’s no way I can handle taking two beasties to the vet’s on my own.
So fine. This freed up my late morning so I could go to the hospital to get my chemo port cleaned. I’d actually forgotten all about it – really should’ve gone last week. Anyhoodle, decided to make it a good morning and go to the gym before heading off to the hospital (new port cleaning hours are 12.00-1.00). And because Peter’s shoulder is causing him grief and he’s been complaining non-stop I thought it might be a good idea for him to go to emergency instead of waiting two months for the MRI… and this is when things started to go crappy.