Everything's dark. Gloomy. It's the lousy tail end of a piss-poor summer in the weather arena.
We had to cancel a weekend away in England in July, and we've had to cancel our trip to Cuba in November. We've had minor dog complications. I've been eating crap and getting far less exercise than I should.
To top it all off, I've moved to a new position in our company, which takes me away from the world of periodicals and back into the world of writing marketing copy. On the face of it, that's fine, except when I can't think of anything to write and I sit here and stare at the screen just getting tireder and tireder.
And I have barely scraped fifty pages of reading the whole summer long. I seem to just sort of sit here. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow for more blood tests, just to see what's happening with the good old thyroid function.
On the other hand, we have found a new number 2 for the laminated list, so that's something at least.
We take our wins where we can.
2 comments:
Bummer, especially about canceling trip to Cuba.
I sympathise. In fact, apart from the job position move I empathise, as it sounds a lot like my last few months.
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