I’ve gotten to that happy stage where all/nearly all the jobs are done and I can go to bed. I woke up tired, I got through the day tired, and I’m tired now. And you know how I know I’m tired? My other half is laughing at the computer and he is too BLOODY LOUD!
My lack of love of humanity is growing. I always wanted to find myself on a desert island with the absolute assurance of never meeting anyone.
Right now he is laughing, and coughing, because he had a cough, and I am going to kill him.
I did manage to exercise, and to stick to my diet. I’ve found some earnest thing on youtube who insists on maxing the envelope, and so forth. My cup runneth over.
Right. The daily endurance that is my life is over for another day. Good night to you all.