Freedom From The Mundane

Warehouse Grub

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I began the mammoth task of sifting through my email yesterday. I’m still missing several days from last week despite being assured they will come through once all the data is copied over, but I remain dubious. AM – can you resend your email please? It looks like it’s got lost and I may never get it now.

I received a rejection for my short story, Foreign Object, yesterday. A wee acceptance right about now would have been just the thing to give me a boost, but the rejection came with two personal notes of feedback from the two editors who reviewed it. Both were positive and both very useful, something one hardly ever sees but is always extremely grateful for.

Day job was tiring but I think it’s down to the fact I have been loaded with a chesty cold since I got back from Spain. I’ve tried vitamin supplements, hot toddies and steam treatment but it seems to only want to shift at its own rate. Slowly. It makes me feel very lethargic during the day; heavy eyes, phlegm-filled coughs and a sore head. And with Thursday night approaching I must shed as much of it as possible.

There’s a possibility that the League Cup semi final between St Mirren and Hearts could be played at Easter Road Stadium in Edinburgh. Gus McPherson the Buddies manager has publicly pleaded for common sense, because the only person that a decision of that nature would suit is me. It would mean I could go to the game on foot! Fingers crossed, because I think the last place Hearts would want to go is the Hibs ground.

Did quite a lot of reading in the evening and wrote out a couple of lengthy emails to friends. Also nipped out to Costco with Gail so she could pick up some photography stuff. We stopped in their “canteen” for a bite to eat. I had the Shepherd’s Pie, which was surprisingly nice other than the ball of fluff I discovered in it near the end. How could I complain though? If one is going to eat in a warehouse what else can one expect?

However, the trip was not all wasted for me. I came home with a membership card and a tray of a dozen mixed muffins, two of which, have already bit the dust.