Clearing the path seems too hard.
More will fall later.
This week has been a graveyard of good intentions. I was all fired up to embark upon some major lifestyle reforms - cutting out the booze, tidying the apartment, starting regular exercise again, crash dieting, getting down to some serious writing - but..... well, the weather has been sucking the life out of me. Low light and draining humidity has reduced me to wretched torpidity.
Must..... get..... up..... and..... DO......... something.
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Dat ole Debil, inertia.
For some weeks now, The Missus has been gripped by pre-retirement fever. We're both a few years away from the earliest practical moment, but just taking off a few days in each of a couple of back-to-back weeks seems to have thrown a switch in her head. And my own inoculations against that fever seem to be wearing out.
I am fighting back. But a sudden lull in work is an unwelcome companion to a fortnight of 90% humidity.
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