Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans...

As I mentioned a few entries ago, I've thought of the last year as a liminal one, where I've been caught between the dead past and the unknowable future.

Well, this weekend I got a new phone (nothing exciting, a replacement for a faulty old one) and part of the getting up and running part was my Mac automatically uploading everything from my photo stream for the last twelve months (iPhone shots, that is),

A quick skim through them showed me that I'd been in Prague, gone on two bike tours in the Hebrides (lots of shots of ferries), been to London twice and Ibiza in between, had many lovely visitors, and been a grateful visitor, gone to a lot of gigs and a music festival (on Tiree, my first visit there) seen lots of good things (and the odd stinker) at the Festival, had a great birthday celebration (celebrations, actually) been to Switzerland and France (twice) been to the Commonwealth Games, voted and campaigned in an Independence referendum, seen one of my oldest friends get married, visited a vinyard for the first time...

Not bad, really, for a quiet year, and all brought back to me by those pictures.

Maybe I should take a picture a day, or even start up one of those blog things.

Nah, it would never catch on...

Yesterday and Today

I worked from home on Monday and Tuesday, because I had to be fitted for a heart monitor, wear it for 24 hours, and then go and hand it back (I could have gone in yesterday and then came back to Glasgow, but I wasn't allowed to shower, which makes me feel not very office-like).

The heart monitor is to check for palpitations. My resting heart rate seems to be between 100 and 110 BPM. I think that's high, though I've been told by my GP that the normal range is 60-140 BPM, which feels like a very wide range to me. Anyway, I got a quick EKG and then the monitor fitted.

Last night was a quick drink at The Chip, and then on to lasagne at Little Italy. Why did no one tell me that they sell food, and not just coffee and exquisite cakes? They have exactly the kind of lasagne I've been craving for weeks (and do take away, too).

It was an early night, because I was up at 5 to drive to Inverness this morning. I can tell we're getting closer to Spring, because I had the most beautiful sunrise, rosey light on the snowy mountains, around 7 o'clock. Not so long ago the drive was done entirely in darkness, and I can't tell you how much those mountains lift my heart.

Deep in work now (well, actually at lunch, but you know what I mean).

I have two nights in Inverness, and then a very busy weekend of friends, tennis, and a funeral. But that will keep till further entries - if I'm going to make this a regular thing again, then I'll need to keep some stuff in reserve...