I don’t think January is ever a particularly productive month for anyone. Quite apart from the post-Christmas slump, you have bad weather, short days and usually a bunch of restrictive New Year’s Resolutions to contend with, if you haven’t already broken them.
I’m not going to keep to my January reading list. I was doing well, and had finished two of the books on the list fairly quickly – but then I had a week of working 7am-10pm, and after that it all went a bit downhill. But that’s okay. The beauty of books is they don’t have an expiry date, and I’m pleased that I’ve read the two and a half that I have.
The posting on here hasn’t been going so well either, but every time I feel bad about that, I remember that no one except my mum actually reads it. XD
So, I’m sat in bed nursing my poorly toe, which was throbbing quite uncomfortably when I woke up, and wondering how far Mum and I will get with the decorating today. I am also wondering if my decorating shoes will actually go on my feet, as we may have some problems if they don’t, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Right now, I’m just going to enjoy this chilled January morning, because for the first time in ages, I’m not panicking about the hundreds of things I have to do.
I’ll save that for tomorrow.
