Actually, Year Zero is not a particularly nice expression. I’m old enough, at 45 years and one day old, to remember the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia.
Nonetheless, why should the Devil have the best tunes? Why should a bunch of murderous dictators have the best sound-bites?
My plan for Year Zero: essentially start afresh. We are where we are.
I like travelling by train. For one thing I like to sit and listen to my favourite earworms and plot out my things to do list in my head.
So, the plan for the next 24 hours is:
- Start on the next translation text for the ex-chaplain. It’s the only way forward to get closure. It also gives me some purposeful activity during the day and will help to stop the mental “tap on the shoulder” every time I think of this unfinished work.
- Contact the Hausmeister and get him to sort out my leaking toilet. It’s a mundane, five minute job and will make me – and my Schatz – much happier.
- Restart on diet and fitness regime.
- Stand on the scales as soon as I emerge from my pit tomorrow morning. Whatever the weight, we are where we are. Success is about where you’re going to, not where you’re coming from.
- Head off to the shops and buy only healthy food.
- Stroll into the Altstadt for an hour or two’s brisk walking. Like my Grandma used to say, “Get out into the bloody fresh air. It’ll do you good.”
- Daily food diary to my ever-patient personal trainer.
- Plan out extra job hunting task. I think this week may call for time to get suited and booted and call in to a couple of job agencies on Königsallee.
OK, that’s enough plans for the next 24 hours. Time to tidy up the living room coffee table, pour a big mug of tea and get the remaining three chaplain translations out and ready to start on in the morning.
In the meantime, enjoy this wonderful piece, sung by Joan Baez.
Have a purposeful day, won’t you!