Today is Hump Day! At 2.35pm this afternoon I will have been in isolation for exactly 7 days – the halfway point. It seems a long way away at this very moment because I’m typing this at 5.50am which does a little early for a Sunday morning. I did have 7.5 hrs of solid sleep and once I stirred my brain started on the mathematical calculations of time and distance and location and words and more words…
The allocated times for my expeditions today equate to the shortest total time outside since the first 30 hrs here – only 2 hrs and 20 min. The day with the most opportunity for expeditions was Friday – 3 hrs and 10 min so I feel like I’m being short changed. Do I ask for a credit?
The word expedition is a Latin word. Ex as in out and ped as in foot, i.e. out on foot. It is a noun and its meaning is “a journey or excursion undertaken for a specific purpose”. Is that what I’m doing? I suppose so. Is walking around in circles “a specific purpose”? I doubt it. Is walking around in circles to achieve fitness “a specific purpose”? Yes, however most people who walk around in circles are mad. No offense intended towards the insane and I’m sure that everyone I know, and who are reading this, are not mad…are they? Just for clarification I doubt that a certain brother of mine is reading this therefore the previous sentence is likely to be accurate…
The most memorable dream of last night may have been more of a premonition. I was a teacher at Kavanagh and was a relatively recent arrival, only one or two years there and I recognised former students from St J’s. This is a real possibility, however I will write a separate blog post about that later today, which will be about a person named Mary MacKillop who I suspect most of you will not have heard of, and in that I will say more about my future or more specifically the future of St J’s.
I will write about the mundane details of Day 7 – the food, the madness of my expeditions and other such things after they have been endured.
My Fear Share 
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