But for now, life as normal.
Which means phys early on Tuesday.
Dark again when the alarm goes off, but getting light as I drive to Whitfield.
Loads of people swimming, so the car park is full, and when I get to the gym at five past six, there's already three on the rowing machines, moving the air round the studio.
I have a Word in Your Ear podcast to listen to, so fire up the headphones, and get peddaling.
Time flies by, and as usual I have to get back quick so Jools can go down the Riverside Centre, while I faff about at home, and have a shower.
The garden is full of emerging plants, and on shelves there are seedlings that Jools planted at the weekend, so I make that the subject of the day.
Its just about warm enough to sit on the patio under the kitchen window to read an old copy of Word. Scully comes to sit beside me and stretch out in the sun.Though when the clouds roll across the sky, and the garden is in shadow, its still chilly.
Jools returns after two, and as we're both hungry, I cook dinner: bangers, mash and Boston beans, all done in about twenty minutes, and delicious.
Somehow once we're cleared up and had a brew, it was five already so the cats had to be fed.It never ends.
Instead of Alien Earth, we watch The Beatles Anthology, which is remarkable, and show just how good the Fab Four were.
Sadly, England not so good. They played Japan and as well as playing badly, lost 1-0, and could have been worse.
Only 78 days until the world cup.......
