We look forward to the weekend throughout the week, and then when it comes we suddenly find ourselves deep into Sunday evening, wondering what happened - or at least I do.

I thought I would be at home with our eldest today - perhaps a walk to the park in town together. That’s not quite how the day turned out. Instead I stood on the touchline of a rugby pitch for a couple of hours this morning, and then walked across town to meet my middle daughter from a hockey match this afternoon. It’s now heading towards dinner, and the oven is already on - in preparation for pizzas bought from the supermarket on Friday night, because we knew the weekend might vanish from beneath our feet.

It’s strange really - while some people have hated the more strict lockdown conditions (which look like they might be returning in this part of the world), I kind of liked it. I think I’ve written about “the nature of me” before - about my difficulties in dealing with people - with the world. I tend to act - to play a part. I’m not naturally confident, or outgoing - but am somehow able to pull on a suit of pretend personality clothes that cause others to presume the opposite. I’ve become far too good at it - too convincing.

So what am I up to right now ?

I’m sitting in the quiet of the junk room - the same place I work during the day - listening to Wilson Phillips on the CD player. I can still remember Wilson Phillips first albums coming out back in the early 1990s. I’ve been listening to a lot of retro music recently. I’m not really sure why.

My middle daughter has been trying to arm-twist me into taking part in an online escapade later this evening - a virtual aeroplane flight across Scotland in the company of a number of friends. After that I’m contemplating a four hour Westworld marathon - to get through the end of Season 3. I love that they have re-invented the show during the third season - really delving into the problems that might arise if computers become sentient.

Anyway. Pizzas to cook. Coffee to drink. Music to listen to.

p.s. I deleted my accounts at the various chess playing websites. It was becoming a distraction from anything and everything. A stress I can do without.

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