Monday 13th April

For the second day of the weekend I was back at work.  In a strangely deserted office too.  No disturbances all day, no phone calls and barely an e-mail either; maybe I should choose to always work at the weekend.  I did get masses of work done, but it was a strangely flat day too.  Was I just going through the motions, repetitive tasks are just that, and I have been doing these particular tasks for over six years now, so even thought the finish line is just two weeks away I felt not even the slightest sense of achievement at knocking them down.  The tube was disrupted this morning, no jubilee line beyond Waterloo, so a bit of a slog to get in.

And coming home the Bakerloo line was suffering signalling failures (again), so another tedious journey.  And home to an empty house, which is always a bit sad.  Looking at the TV listings there is really nothing I want to watch either.  Too tired to even go for a walk.  The lawn is overgrown but the mower is stranded at another house, so it goes.  I do have a couple of chores, watering the plants and a few shirts to iron so it will not be a completely wasted day.  Strange that the Victorian work ethic still kicks in, why should doing nothing make the day a wasted one?  But whichever way I look at it I cannot get over the mood of flatness pervading the day.  Even writing this blog is becoming overwhelmed with flatness.  Maybe that’s just jet and train and work lag…  tomorrow (today for you) is another day.