mornings...

are not what they used to be. When I was younger, I liked the mornings; I found it easy to get up, bound out of bed, and attack the day. Now I just want to curl up under the duvet and sleep some more. Please.

I have a mountain of work to do before Christmas, including reading, this morning, an 87 page document, and commenting on it, and commenting on the comments which others have made. And returning all the calls which I missed yesterday.

I'd really like to have an undemanding job, but I suspect it wouldn't pay me nearly as much as I earn now, and my lifestyle is geared to. I seem to have priced myself out of the market...  ¶ 6:23 AM