There is a British English expression: a game of two halves. Often friends would call me out for using exceptionally culturally specific expressions for cultures to which I do not really belong. Referencing a footballing metaphor would be one of them. (Not Cricket is the one my friens find humourous)

The past two weeks very much have been a game of two halves. Or is it the past week? It feels all very long to me.  Let's go back to the 22nd and do a (don't say whistlestop tour) short summary of recent events.

22nd December: I went to see Matrix Resurrections. A week after watching Spider-Man and it was very fun seeing both. It wasn't about how good or bad the film was. Both films were massive nostalgia rushes. December tends to be all about nostalgia.

23 December: I was very unwell if I recall. I slept almost all day. I want to say it was me still recovering from the covid jab.

24 December: some odd situations at work that I responded to in a minimal way but I wanted to begin holiday mode

25 December: I was mostly alone. I had an uncomfortable confrontation. 

26 December: I began to work on my PDFs of 300 magazines from 2021 that I wanted to finish by the end of the year.

27 December (Monday): The Gyms open after bank holiday. I try to do my ritual of gym every day.

28 December (Tuesday): I have been trying to do a book a day and I am edging (hehe) closer to the 50 books for 2021 target. I'm so close

29 December: (Wednesday): I have a slight dip. I write a new week of workouts 

30 December: Thursday: I forget my book but I manage to save the day and finish reading the PDFs and I manage to finish all of my books for the year. I have a bad sense of fatigue

31 December (yesterday/Friday): I had a good one at the gym. I unfortunately broke some bottles after dropping my bike after shopping in Tescos. I broke my bundaberg. Around Midnight I had a video call with the boys

1 January (Today): I have a slow start to the day. The latest I've woken up to lately at 9am. Steve ALlen on LBC feels very comforting. I do some chores that I've been putting off for a while. I vacuum my room. I clean my gloves. Boyo boyo are my gloves dirty

Note to self. I should do a claeanup on my bike and get my bike serviced. 

I've had a lot of time to myself in the past week and a lot of time to build myself and work on myself. I feel like I've healed a bit. I need more time and I realise that I really need to get on with tasks that involves a lot of underlabouring. I need to work on stuff and work on myself in a way that is akin to bodybuilding. Constant training and behind the scenes working all for that one moment in the show when the body is all on display. Like the pianist who practices for hours for a performance that's merely minutes. Why didn't I give the piano allegory--my bloody background is in music!