One of those days that started ok and then gently rolled downwards to grot.
Got up at a sensible time and went swimming instead of lying in bed thinking about swimming. It was nice, but my muscles are just not used to it and I was quite shaky when I got out. The nice old chap (every pool has a nice old chap who swims between about 6.30 and 7 don’t they?) remembered me from (wince) June when I think I last swam. Wasn’t crushed by triathletes.
Work was constructive but just so tiring. I am spending 50% of my days at the moment dealing with IT issues (I work in plant conservation, go figure) and the rest just trying to make sure that nothing is going amiss and we aren’t taking on stuff we can’t actually do.
Which is a long way of saying I should have done a 7 mile run and I didn’t. I have a potentially difficult meeting in the morning and then a trip to Edinburgh for another potentially difficult one one Thursday, so will need to be organised about my ‘thonning.
But right now I just want to sit and hug my big chocolatey cat.