It's been a shite weekend. I had a list of roughly a dozen things to do - and yet I've done only 2 of them: taking out my rubbish, and putting up my Christmas decorations. I'm not entirely sure what I've been doing, nor where the time has gone. Inertia seems to descend on me when I don't have structure... or something structured to do. I felt better during the week, because I was back at work, and in a new office with things to do and distract me. But it is completely different when I am here at home with no-one around, and submerged by inertia. At times I feel almost catatonic. As much as I dislike my job, I am pleased to be going to work tomorrow.
[Pic is from Express Train]
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