have vaguely figured out how to use some of this stuff. Still grumpy because I’ve gone all strawberry on myself (cover me in cream, baby) and because I can’t be arsed with a lot of this to’ing and fro’ing.
But I think I can live with it.
Which brings me to a small point. At what stage did I opt in for the daily grind? Life is very much wake, gym, eat, work, sleep, wake….all very well, but not exactly what I had in mind.
And it makes me nervous. Because when I feel like this, I tend to poke very happily pottering parts of my life that shouldn’t be poked. And there are usually lovely consequences. Which make life, um, interesting. Which is kind of what I want. But not really.