I had great hopes for this morning. I was at the gym before 8 and I envisaged the day unfolding before me and that I would have achieved much before crawling into bed this evening. It's now noon and what have I achieved?
I've scribbled a few words of a story for the Writing Group next week, I've made the bed and that's about it. Marilyn has promised that we'll have lunch at 12.30 and I expect the afternoon will just fritter away with not much to show for it.
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