05/02/2021

2021/02/05#p1
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Happy Friday.

That salutation has become like a ritual, in part to celebrate the end of the work week but also to emphasise change.

With time currently having little meaning, where every day is like Groundhog Day (great movie by the way) close of business on Friday doesn't just mark the end of the work week but also a transition to the only thing that feels different in lockdown.

Monday to Friday my time is dictated by my job, by the rota. When I get up, when I go to bed, when I have lunch, they are connected to something beyond my control, fitting within certain brackets. Not so at the weekend.

Close of business on Friday marks the change to an element of freedom, it is a vital distinction among days that would otherwise all be exactly the same. I can handle isolation, it's the monotony of lockdown that gets me.

Stay home, save lives, go insane. 1

So, rather than just welcome the end of the work week I celebrate Fridays with a little more gusto, attribute a little more meaning to their passing. For just an all too short couple of days things are slightly different.


  1. a play on the UK government's coronavirus message: stay home, protect the NHS, save lives 

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2021/02/05#p2
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As of yesterday the .blog domain is renewed for another year. It may be more expensive than the .me.uk domain I was using previously (and still own) but I'm never going back.

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2021/02/05#p4
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Staring at a screen full of notes, moving them around in an attempt at convincing myself I was being productive, I felt stuck.

Cut & paste — do they look better in this order?

Cut & paste — how about now?

Was I distracted or just tired? What if it was imposter syndrome kicking in, why did I think I could write anything of length and meaning?

But then something happened, something clicked and I wrote a couple of hundred words or so. Some were inspired by old, half remembered blog posts but others were new, fresh. It may not sound like much but these were good words with much to say. There didn't need to be many if they were the right ones.

Just as I have been reading a little before bed each night, so might I write. Little adds up over time, becomes cumulative — more than just the sum of its parts. Little is a starting point, little is enough to get going and build momentum. Just get the thoughts, ideas, words down; that's all that matters for now.

The notion of reporting a daily word count came to mind, to hold myself accountable and create a habit.

I'll sleep on it.

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