jencat | I'm sure there were some excuses here somewhere... (Reply)

Dammit. I'm never getting to use that old 'I'll definitely write/sort out stuff when I get some time off work' excuse ever again apparently.

It's been..err... six weeks now since I left work, and only three of those were bona fide gadding about overseas. And I've been pointedly ignoring all the stuff I said I'd get done. Which makes no sense at all, but try telling my brain that.
Yep, the first week at home was a write-off after losing the cat. And yep, I get to blame jetlag and the whole post-trip downer for my total lack of motivation recently. But still - mainly, I've been curled up infront of the fire reading the papers for two weeks, and it hasn't felt remotely restorative like it should.

Which is rubbish, really.  And proof that major sweeping life changing decisions should be implemented as soon as is humanly possible, not ten months later.  My brain has a horrible habit of adjusting to the point where all the shiny new stuff gets a bit blah. Also, no cat any more. There goes my lack of pet therapy right there, which just sucks.

Ahem. Done whining now.

I get to start work again tomorrow, and, yay, Houses of Parliament (they actually have a secret entrance to the Tube station, it's so darn Bond). Even more yay, working next to the river again... Can't believe how much I missed the Thames the past year. Methinks I can go back to tourist-dodging on Westminster Bridge again and actually wanting to write about it. 1300 words isn't a *bad* start but it seems a tad odd I only wrote them when we hit Vermont, and I haven't seen London for...ooh, about a month. My brain is strange. But then, I already knew that...