simont | In other news

I've felt very very tired for the last few days. This isn't very surprising. For the last month or two I've been terribly efficient. I've done enormous amounts of useful work on PuTTY; I've managed all sorts of feats of organisation of which I'm usually incapable; and I've been generally unable to sit down for a rest without immediately thinking ‘ooh, I know what I meant to get round to doing’ and jumping up again. It was inevitable that I'd run out of energy to maintain this pace sooner or later.

Accordingly I did very little indeed on Saturday; and nonetheless on Sunday I was so tired as to be unusually grumpy. It felt as if I was being grumpy about the appalling state of my love life (having spent way too much of my life feeling pretty bad about having hopelessly fallen for people who weren't interested in me, it comes to something when I feel as if that would be an improvement on the current state of apathetic listlessness!), but in fact I suspect I was just short on sleep and hence in a mood to turn background annoyances into foreground annoyances without particular provocation.

Fortunately, beckyc unexpectedly rang my doorbell in the afternoon and invited me to a mulled wine and mince pie gathering downstairs, and then I went round to the Gallery for their version of this year's Christmas, and those managed to lift my mood for most of the rest of the day.

Now I'm back at work until midday on Wednesday, and then I'm off until the New Year. Somehow it feels like holiday already, despite me having dragged myself out of bed on a Monday morning to come to the office as usual.