Delicious Blue Pills

Rebecca bought a pack of those cold and flu tablets with the night time blue pills in (the kind without caffeine and knock you out). Well I took a dose before bed last night and woke up in a different timezone... Literally because the clocks went back too. So I slept for a solid 11 hours and felt like a million dollars. My head felt congested still but I had all my energy and senses back. A walk up and down North Street cleared my airwaves and an arancini ball warmed me up good. 

Back home we watch the original Friday the 13th which I was lead to believe was a bit rubbish but we had a great time watching the counsellors get picked off one by one! Might have to watch a couple more of them now. The last jumpscare really got us good too. 

Woe Is Me Day

Got to indulge in a 'woe is me' day as my cold took a turn for the worse. I was counting down the hours between Lemsip sachets and trying to do as little as possible. My haircut appointment was my only engagement, thank goodness the chap is quick because my nose started running just as he was finishing up. 'Does this looks good?' he asked. Fella could have shaved a curse word into my scalp for all I cared, I just had to get out of there pronto.

Bless Rebecca though, although she was out with friends all day she came back ready to look after me. We watched a couple of old Disney Channel movies she saw growing up as our brain off evening activity and I must say, I'm feeling all the better for it. Hopefully today was the apex of the cold, guess we'll find out tomorrow. 

Five Years of Board Games

Blew my nose two dozen times as I convinced myself that I was ok. In reality I pushed myself a little too hard at work as the requests came in thick and fast, all I could do was rise to the occasion. Now I have a nice long weekend ahead of me and I cannot wait to be a potato. I did have just enough energy to attend our board game night, which was celebrating it's five year anniversary. Nuts to think that almost half a decade ago I walked by a poster that said 'free board game night' on my nearby high street. The rest is history. We have friends we meet up with for dinners and have expanded our love of being politely competitive. During our last game I felt like death warmed up so we called it a night. All I have to do now is sleep.

Prep Be Gone

There was a near imperceptible shift as my cold migrated from my throat to my nose. But still I felt the tiredness behind my eyes, which only grew as more and more email piled into my inbox. I started thinking about bed. The warmth of the duvet. The sweet embrace of the dreaming. The lack of responsibility gifted for 7-8 hours. Just nothing. Just peace.

But late-ish arrivals of scripts meant I was at the office a little later printing for the read-through tomorrow. We were busy bees today so we could afford some respite, but we'll see if that actually translates or not. One more day of prep, let's see it through. 

Cast Composure

I kept my composure as I wrestled with tech in front of cast members so they could join a Zoom call. That was my early morning tasks anyway, after that I was once again dealing with lots of little bits plus hopping onto a hour long workplace training call, awkwardly timed to being just three days before we start shooting. A bunch of my colleagues think they're getting colds now that the temperature has changed, so I made a big pot of my supercharged lemon and ginger tea. Between that and a whole bunch of ginger shots I think I'm going to be ok...

Putting off the Admin

My workload cooled off at bang on 3pm, which left me not really knowing what to do with myself... Minus all the admin stuff I've been putting on the back burner that is. It was gratifying to finally take my foot off the accelerator though, unless this is the eye of the hurricane that is. At least the thought of watching Bake Off carried my through til the evening and the episode didn't disappoint. Halfway through the series now though and the weather outside has taken another decisive step towards Winter. It's funny how we can mark the seasons to the TV shows we enjoy.

Couriers and Commiserations

Some days I look forward to the curve balls, but some days they leave bruises. Most mornings now start with about two hours of catching up with everything and dealing with little requests from everyone. I don't mind any of that stuff (it's nice to do favours for the crew and help them out) but sometimes it pulls me away from the other bits I need to do. What really scuppered me was all the couriers I booked last week suddenly decided to go a bit wrong. Each one in a different way that needed constant attention and stress. Even when I got home I was getting messages about how late one of them was running. It was all outside the sphere of my control but I still felt like I could have done more. Thankfully my team were equally battered by different elements, so we commiserated together. Tomorrow can only be better.