It’s been a long day – the usual: children to school; Facetime and Skype calls before 9; chasing stuff; moving data; running; lunch; snooze; more data; pick up children; battle with kids about tai kwon do; take them to tai kwon do; help make dinner; scoff; bed time; watch end of The Bridge; write this.
Throughout the work today I’ve hadn’t really noticed Bruiser anywhere. Very often she’s asleep through most of the day and so I didn’t think much of it.
When Jude came home shortly after I got back from the tai kwon do, she asked if Bruiser had come in from being outside. Ah… and there I was thinking that she was in the house somewhere, just being quiet.
A bit of background. She’s had the occasional bout of not eating her food recently. Normally resolved by changing the nosh that we give her. I understand from Jude that she hadn’t eaten over the weekend. I cleaned out her bowl and gave her fresh food yesterday when I returned from Wales and again this morning, but haven’t seen her since.
So it seems that the cat is outside somewhere still, having gone out with Jude this morning, apparently. I’m kicking myself very slightly because I was so wrapped up in what I was doing, I didn’t stop to think where was the thing that usually meows at 100Db and tries to break by neck at every opportunity by jumping under my feet.
I’ll take a look for her tomorrow and will remain generally optimistic that the old girl is alright. But it does worry me a bit that all might not be well.
Before I started worrying about the cat, I did some running before lunch. The programme said to do some intervals. In fact it said 5 minutes at a good pace before a rest and another 5 minutes at pace before cooling down. I tried this. I did about 3/4 of a mile slowly then upped the treadmill to 7mph. After a little over a minute I gave up, feeling tired. Slowed to 5mph until the clock turned over to the next minute and then I upped the pace again to 7mph. I did this about five times over a period of 10 minutes, and then slowed down and stopped.
Not the greatest overall pace for a 2 mile run, but pushing 7mph for a good chunk and taking just a minute to recover and start again feels quite good. I don’t know much about this intervals malarky, and so I’m basically making it up as I go along. Reading the instructions and then failing dismally, but at least giving it a go!
On that note, I took the children to Tai Kwon Do this afternoon and had to watch Joel get more and more distressed as those around him confidently got things wrong, while he tried as hard as he could to get things right. I really felt for him. In the end he was really upset. He was trying his hardest but couldn’t get it right. Claire, the tutor, was amazing. She recognised what was going on really quickly, and gave Joel some 1:1 training. He was great at the spinning-around-and-kicking action within a few minutes, but it had really knocked him sideways when he watched the others confidently doing their actions – especially when they were doing it wrong (and Claire, to be fair, called them out on it). I can’t help but relate to that lack of confidence sometimes, and I feel it’s my duty to try and make sure that he doesn’t suffer from it in the same way as I have done. By the end of it he was brilliant, and I was really proud of him, but it was hard work nonetheless.
Right, to end the evening, here’s an ORB video I came across earlier. With some luck we’ll get to go and see them later this year. That’s the plan at least.
The Orb “Little Fluffy Clouds” LIVE in London 2013 from The Orb on Vimeo.