Another Douglas Adams line, of course (the title of one of his 'Dirk Gently' books, in fact).
This time of year is apt to get rather depressing. I try to focus on the positive: the evenings are starting to draw out again quite quickly now. Spring will be here in a couple of months or so.
But for now.... it's dark when I get up in the morning. It's dark well before dinner time. It's dark when I come home from work (on those - increasingly rare, it seems - days when I work). Dark, dark, dark. Gawd, it's getting me down.
And today we had one of those chill, misty days where the sky is a claustrophobic shell of dull whitish-grey clay. The sun didn't bother showing up until the middle of the afternoon - by which time I had resigned myself to another day of brain-shrivelling and underpaid toil at the keyboard. (The scientific editing job, I'm beginning to think, was a mistake!)
Anticipating how ferociously boring this task would be, I did procrastinate heroically through the first half of the day. But now, at last, it is done. Except that I can't return the bloody file because my Internet connection - at least on my main e-mail account - is still slow. SLOW. SLOW! Slow as a geriatric snail on flypaper!! SSSSLLLOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!
Another favourite Douglas Adams line:
"I love deadlines. I particularly like the whoooshing noise they make as they fly past!"
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