Missing Days

I don’t know what it is at the moment about Saturdays, but I seem to be making a habit of missing them out in the daily writing thing. Weird, but true. Mind you, the amount of stuff I generally get written during the rest of the week makes it a bit easier to not feel guilty about missing a day every so often.

Of course, I could just mess about with the dating system on WordPress, and write some stuff on Friday for blithering about on Saturday, but somehow I just never get round to it. Maybe I will next weekend – who knows? Perhaps even a to-do list so that I can then cross it off as and when I get round to it.

In the meantime, yesterday and today have involved sorting out some kind of basic itinerary for our week in Ireland later this year, catching up on shedloads of stuff that TiVo had recorded, walking the dog in some of the shittiest weather so far, and general domestic stuff.

Oh, and I finally unpacked all my books, which was a bit of an ordeal, but was the final thing needing to be done on the move. Eight large boxes later, and I’ve managed to whittle it down by about a quarter, which I’m sure one of the local charity shops will appreciate. Ish.


One Comment on “Missing Days”

  1. Andy says:

    I missed your post yesterday Lyle, thought sommat was wrong with my PC! But it’s OK, just you thats forgetful.


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