I’ve been home for about a week due to illness (related to my sinusitis and stress don't mix) and during that time I was sure I was sick because I had no desire to get on the bike. In fact, a little voice in my head was saying ‘sell it’. But as time passed the days started feeling more like weeks since I have shakily roamed the streets.

Now, it’s back to being the second most frequent thought in my mind. I’m sitting at work wondering when and how I’ll get to go somewhere again. I'm realising that, my day dreams about zooming past buses on a bike are no longer a far away fantasy, they’re comfort to get through the day, a hope. But I’m very sure I’ll be too tired when I get home.

I’m wondering if I should go to the barber, or to get gas, or all the way back down to work for no reason at all. We’ll see if I do anything.

I’m just happy to be well again.

Afterthought: Oh I completely neglected to write about my journey around the island. Crazy. Oh and my one journey in the night. Wild.

11:39 am Friday 23rd April, 2021

As I'm posting this: I went to my BED; nowhere else that evening.