Creative spurt

I woke up, feeling the worst of the virus was past, still exuding a lot of thick catarrh, but not congested by it or coughing a great deal. Much less worse, and not up to a last minute drive to Kenilworth to attend Rhiannon's 21st birthday this evening. Clare didn't feel ready to go to church, so I went to St Catherine's for the Parish Eucharist on my own under my brolly as it was raining and windy too. There were about thirty adults and just a few children. It's still half term, and people tend to go away rather than attend church. I didn't hang around after, but came straight home, taking Clare by surprise, being an hour early for lunch on a Sunday.

I waited in vain for the rain to stop to go out for a walk after lunch. When I thought it had reverted just to drizzle, I ventured out without the brolly, and was soaked when I'd walked for an hour, and had to return, change coat and shoes and have tea before going out again to walk some more with my brolly in hand. I've fallen short on my daily distance this week, and now making an effort to return to normal. No reason to let my fitness level decrease. At least when the wind blew it wasn't cold.

While I was out, I noticed an odd malfunction in the working of my Fitbit. It was showing wildly incorrect step data being sync'ed between app and watch. I restarted both devices when I got home and it made no difference. Curiously the phone app's data analysis on the page beneath the home screen showed what I thought was the distance I'd walked. After several hours without further my tinkering, the system self corrected. I suspect the initial distance walked to church and back wasn't properly over-written by new data, due to a latency issue of some kind. After all, the watch takes data direct from GPS for measurement and relays it via Bluetooth to the phone, which then uploads it by internet to the Cloud storage Samsung uses to store and check data. It's sophisticated stuff, and amazingly consistent, normally. Until it isn't, and that's pretty rare. It's only happened a handful of times in the past couple of years. 

Ash Wednesday's biblical reflection has been on my mind, so I devised a special order of service for Morning Prayer then found an idea to begin writing about and a draft came together quite quickly. This got me into full creative mood. After supper, I continued editing and revising Grandpa Jack's tale, non-stop for three hours until bed time. We started receiving lovely photos of the family dining out and singing Happy Birthday to Rhiannon. Hard to admit that our presence there was sabotaged by an untimely virus that left us feeling we couldn't take the risk of travelling. Thankfully Kath is coming down next weekend and will be able to take Rhiannon's present home to her.

Nice to go to sleep feeling satisfied with something hadn't expected to achieve on a very wet Sunday.