Thursday was fine, Friday bordered on good, and Saturday was decent enough.
Sunday started off as ‘good’ and then slipped back into ‘ok’ by around three.
All of which meant that Monday was my last chance from five sets of twenty-four that were supposed to rejuvenate the aging lobes that is Ms M.
The closest I got was a half-hour block on Monday night; some time after dinner and before Sarah Lee time, where I took a walk as the sun knocked off, and I almost felt like the human being I was before the nine to five grind.
A mere half an hour to regain the four-month long summer vibe that was the me of yesteryear.
Where’s a defective Zoltan machine when you need one?
Ms fourth-form M.
