Get On With It
Into the office two hours earlier than usual, which means I got up an hour early, took the bath, fed Emmy, then drove rather than walked into the office, skipping breakfast and the paper to make it in on time. Can't do that. Need the walk. Need the exercise, but, for now, shave it an hour, shave it a minute if I have to, but get a good night's sleep. A long Monday, all in all, as all Mondays can be long, but I'm home relatively early and thinking of crawling into bed pretty quick. Pretty quick.
"Monday, tired. Friday, whoops!" What else have you got in your bag? How about not buying a car?
I thought I might futz around with ArtandLife this evening. The gaping holes in the templates says plenty about my state of being. Full of holes, my state of being.
OK. So?
So I guess I'll get on with it.
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