I slept for over 10 hours last night. So, you know what that means… no time to write today. I start working from home again this week, at least partially. I will still be going into the city on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so you will get the best of both worlds, dear readers.
But I feel like a prince this morning. I awoke on rose petals made of pixie dust. My mind is at peace, the world is good.
Now I must go to the gym. I must reclaim some sense of self and that's the easiest place to do it, sort of. I am at the age where I can no longer lie to myself about such things. I must fight to retain a sense of vitality. Without it, all is lost.
Not just lost, destroyed.
Since I have no time to write today I will leave you with this.
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