Let’s see

today I have:

read a book (I’m not sure I understood it, I may have to read it again, only slower.)

seen Kirsty (without any children, hers elsewhere, mine in the bath, hey we managed a conversation without interruptions!)

Slept for a few hours. (Getting up at 5.50 after going to bed after midnight wiped me out.)

Taken the cat to the emergency vets (he came in with a very puffed up leg and looked very sorry for himself. He’s been fighting and there are holes in him. He looks a lot better now after £10 worth of medication, assume the other £100 for seeing the vet today was necessary He’s got to go back tomorrow which is going to be an interesting exercise in logistics, given the whole “starting a new job in Brighouse” part of the day!)

Sat at a computer pretending to work for 6 hours. Yes, 6 hours. I was supporting a golive in a very different timezone, where they’ve actually been up and working since 4am our time, so getting up at 6 was a compromise. But I wasn’t needed, which is good in one way, as it means nothing went wrong, and bad in that I sat at a computer for 6 hours.

And that was my day, in reverse order of events.

Tomorrow is a whole new ballgame.