Monday, 3 November 2025

Getting productive again

Early morning sunshine didn't last long, cloud moved in and obscured the sky, but it didn't rain. A visit to the GP surgery after breakfast to give a sample for a blood test. I made an effort to drink a litre of water beforehand aware that veins are easier to access if your body is well hydrated, but it still seemed like hide and seek finding one. The phlebotomist was as reassuring as she was skilled and the process was painless.

Having successfully recorded and edited a biblical Reflection last night, I recorded Wednesday's Morning Prayer, made a video slideshow to go with it and uploaded it to YouTube. It's six weeks or so since I last did this. It took me a while to familiarise myself with a workflow which had been habitual and routine before the stroke. Windows 11 needed updating, also the Chrome Browser and Libre Office. The Chrome update required me to download the install file manually. The Libre Office update happened automatically when I clicked to open the app. I had opened Chrome to  access the Google Docs text of a hymn, so that I could turn it into a slide image. With all the interruptions and delays it became an effort to recall where I'd reached in the process. My brain works as it should, except that it's slower at working around distractions. A small landmark in my 'staged return' to routine contributions to parish prayer life. Best of all, the stress of this kind of mental activity didn't exhaust me despite the frustrations it presented.

I cooked sea bass with veg for lunch, didn't take a snooze afterwards and then went out for a walk. Leaves on the trees in Llandaff Fields have been olive green in appearance since August. Some leaves have turned yellow and dropped off, carpeting the ground beneath but only in these past few days has the tree canopy turned from dark green to gold. There's been wind and rain, but mild autumn temperatures, and no frost to accelerate the colour change.

Clare went out to choir practice. I watched a couple of episodes of 'Trigger Point' then it was time for bed. I don't know how the evening slipped away so quickly.





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