Or not !

This is the day …

Thank you to Franco ‘s music for pulling me out of a three ( maybe more …) days of low low low. Today it is grey but more blue skies grey than blackness grey !

Listening to an old favourite of mine Matt Johnson ,The The …a great band then (and now)…call it one of my “MS songs”. This is off the Soul Mining album.

(I first heard them on a recovered mixtape in around 1982/3…mixed by Martin Mchale …a.k.a. the big Mac) at a Durban club…Club Zodiac I think it was …long time ago but I played that mix until it disintegrated!.

To put it in perspective other tracks were by Sylvester-Do you wanna funk, Patrick Cowley-Technological world, Prince-1999, Tom Tom Club-Under the broadwalk (a Rolling Stones cover), Human league-Don’t you want me, Yazoo- Situation, Soft Cell -Tainted Love, Thompson Twins -Lies Lies Lies, The The -This is the day, FischerZ…) I digress.

This Is the Day (lyrics)

Well you didn’t wake up this morning ’cause you didn’t go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall was ticking the days off
You’ve been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you’ve changed
All the money in the world couldn’t buy back those days

You pull back the curtain
And the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying
Across a clear blue sky
This is the day, your life will surely change
This is the day, when things fall into place

You could have done anything, if you wanted
And all your friends and family think that you’re lucky
But the side of you they’ll never see
Is when you’re left alone with your memories
That hold your life together, like glue

You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day when things fall into place

This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day your life will surely change

A song about Reflections, Regrets and possibly starting anew. (Perfect)

Great mix here with The The and quite a few good Cure tracks. Well worth a listen.

It’s Tuesday already, looking back as most MS’ers do, yesterday was a great day.

I managed a shower, some cleaning, a quick 40min drive (Depeche Mode cranked up to just below pain threshold all the way) and visit to my ex mother in law and feeling invincible at 6pm a good walkabout (1.7km according to my phone, albeit behind a shopping trolley) at the Albert Hein XL …just because I could.

And of course the obligatory haul of Starbucks Nespresso capsules and unnecessary additional Espresso stocks (as you do)

I paid the price.

No sleep last night or should I say barely enough to say I had been to sleep. I really don’t know what it is. Before “sleep” I had gigantic plans to dust off the rowing machine …put fresh batteries on the stationary bike headlights (😊)….alas.

Another day perhaps.

The first Starbucks House blend did taste fantastic though.

Just came across this little anecdote, rather fitting I would say , thank you Seth. Speaking of compromise.

People talk about compromising like it’s a bad thing.

But we’re always doing it.

Even the most ardent vegan is killing tiny creatures in a glass of water.

There’s no economy on earth that is completely unregulated, nor is there one that’s completely state-controlled. We’re never completely at an edge. We can’t be.

So now, the question isn’t whether or not to compromise. The question is where we’re going to be on the spectrum.

That’s a more useful place to start the conversation.

Perhaps like the Dakar contestants …I need a ”Rest Day“

Perhaps just one more …little …espresso.

Perhaps later…the bike is stationary

A last snippet from Seth (from last year December just before the big rush!)

Slow is relative

In between the holidays, it all seems to slow down. Most days, there is little traffic on the road (or on websites). Fewer products launched, fewer inbound emails, fewer things to check off a todo list.

And yet, if someone in 1820 had lived at the pace we live in December 2019, she would probably have dropped dead from exhaustion.

A store in New York that feels slow this time of year might be recording record traffic if it had the same turnout in Scottsdale or Tempe.

Two things are true: The world is faster and crazier than it has ever been before. And the world is as slow and predictable as it will ever be again.

Bustle and crises are local conditions.