Another week is nearly over. Tomorrow is Friday and the start of the weekend. David will have written 6 of his 9 exams. There will be 28 more working days till the summer holidays. Not that I am counting or anything......
I think I am a contender for the world record in yawning. I feel it should be a new Olympic sport. I may need to start a petition. This is clearly going to be a post of great literary merit. `
I have been staring at a blank screen for a while now, waiting for the muse to strike. However, I do believe the muse has departed. Probably on a summer holiday. Together with the sun around these parts. We are back to sweaters and jackets again. I have just checked, and there is a chance of sun next Tuesday. Gee, thanks.
It must be because I am now 54. I don't recall being this wiped out when I was 53. I was interesting back then. I had stuff to say. Oooooooh bring back the youthfulness of yesterdaaaay! Wail.
Ok. I can do this.
I am going to relax in a hot bath and count my blessings. One by one. I will even add the exotic bath smelly stuff I got for my birthday. I may attempt reading a book. And then I will go to bed and sleep. And maybe tomorrow I will be capable of coherent thought, and actually manage to write something of interest.
Did I mention that my quilts are in an exhibition this weekend?