the adlards

Some days walking to the station feels like wading through chest-deep treacle. Today is one of those days. Every step is an effort and every minute on the platform spent fighting the urge to call in sick. I usually only have these days when I’m really run down. Hadn’t realised that’s where I was, which is a bit worrying. Perhaps it’s just a bit of infant-induced sleep deprivation.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 6th, 2005 at 8:46 am by james and is filed under General, Work. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.