Thursday, 4 January 2024

Back to work; back to breathlessness

I am going to try very hard NOT to moan about my physical condition today. It is what it is, and I'm in a lot better shape than many millions of other people, so I have no right to be unhappy and to fill this blogsite with bemoanments.
Did you spot my 'deliberate mistake' by the way? I've managed to do my annual "Rory Dated His Blog Entry Using The Number Of The Year That's Passed" silliness. On Tuesday, I believe. I'm pretty sure I've done it all the way until the end of January before, so I don't think I should beat myself up for doing it in the first few days of the New Year, especially when I'm not on top of my game because I'm poorly... (Ah, shit, I wasn't supposed to mention that!!)
Anyway - I'm back in the office and getting on with stuff, and it's actually making me feel better than wallowing about at home feeling sorry for myself. It's quite a quiet time for us, which makes a very nice change, so there isn't a list on my desk that resembles the passenger list on the world's biggest cruise ship, there's just a few odd things here and there that need to be taken care of. Other than that, it's looking ahead to the Spring and coming up with advertising ideas and possible activities, which is quite nice, in a way, because it reminds me that the brighter nights and warmer days and nicer weather are not that far away, even though my naughty brain is determined to convince me that it's only Day 1 of Winter and we have countless months of coldness ahead.

RC 4-1-23

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