Am I alone in repeatedly thinking that today is/was Saturday? End of week public holidays can have that effect, and even though BBC 6 Music kept trying to remind me of what was going on with a normal weekday lineup, it’s now 8pm and I think I’m waking up on Sunday tomorrow.
Awoken disappointingly early this morning into a sunny – but chilly – day, I managed a 40 minute sesh on the gym before a couple of hours work in the garden, and then a little corrective/remedial work on said gym. It is all complete now and working perfectly. I no longer have any excuses.
Not that I want any. I’m finally healthy enough to actually get on with things and get back to full fitness.
And then some disastrous football. Just because I love to have my emotions played with and my sense of hope destroyed.
I need a nice glass of red wine and a nice early night.
See you tomorrow. Sunday. Saturday!