Have been hiding in the cocoon (for which read duvet), SAD light is being repaired, and I have been doing a lot of work (unlikely but true). The guilt/fear side finally out weighed the laziness/not-doing-anything-I-know-will-make-me-happy side on the great scales of thinginess, and I got off my arse. It was lovely (the run, clearly not my arse after that many days spent sitting on it).
Mind you (she says grumpily) you can tell the newest set of VLM trainees are out; not a single runner acknowledged me, and I saw six or seven. Ho hum, they will learn.