Crawled home after toil. Fed. Slumped on couch in front of the tele. Feels like the tide of commitments are rising above my nostrils. Vut tu du no? Some weeks just feel like that. Thankfully Mrs C makes great parripu. Thankfully life is littered with small blessings no matter how worn out and TV lobotomised you are. No?
That was yesterday. Its still wednessday. This week is crawling.