Monday mornings. Ick. Especially when you didn't get much sleep the night before (hot and uncomfy and bloody flies keeping me awake). Had to get bus to station to pick up bike on way into work, which meant about 45 mins door to desk instead of my usual 20, and that's with the bus being quite fast. Can't believe I was out of the house at 8:25.
So, shattered, achy, feeling a bit down, no idea what's going on with anyone, worried about people. Just want to go home to bed really. But still hanging on to a few bits of the perkiness from the weekend, enjoying the sunshine and the lovely blue sky. And missing someone.