Man, it’s been a hectic week.
But it seems to have been a hectic week every week, for the last few months.
At work, we talk about how much we are doing, and tight timescales, and yet we talk about our appetite to do so much more.
If only we could expand time, space, and our capacity to enable us to deliver more in.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love that there is so much to do.
But today, in contrast with the pace of my professional life, I am doing pretty much of nothing.
Oh, I’ve been out, given Sam a lift in to West Bridgford.
Picked up a prescription from the chemist in the next village.
I even went back to West Bridgford to pick Sam up.
But that’s the most productive I’ve been all day.
And now it’s 18.45, and we’re in bed.
With tea.
About to watch a film.
And I feel not at all guilty about such a self indulgent day.
Ha ha! Mrs M and I hit the sack last night at 21:30.
She remarked about how rock ‘n’ roll we aren’t: going to bed at nine-thirty on a Saturday night.
But you and Sam are making us look like wild things! 🙂
Nice to see that we’re both getting the birds in to bed good and early. Well done. Keep your end up.