more sighs

Ah, woe is me! I tell you: by the amount of twiddling of anguished thumbs in my house at present, we’re all in serious danger of developing RSI.

I suppose I should be grateful: we’re being taught valuable life lessons - patience, humility, grace under pressure.

Bugger that.

Running
None. Today was my last day at work today, at least for a while, so everyone wanted a piece of my time. I should feel pleased about this normally, but they all just wanted things done.

So no time for running during the day.

Tonight I’m just too fagged and the air outside is foul and rotten, like that filthy sock I left in the back of the closet for three months last year.