Thinking

Hmmm... the weekend is rapidly drawing to a close and what have I done?

Well, I've caught up on the housework, I now have clean clothes to wear and no washing up waiting for me. I've done a little food shopping so I'll be having breakfast tomorrow at least. Also I've done some writing (about 1,000 words with 1,000 to go). I've run out of inspiration and enthusiasm but, no doubt, it'll all come back tomorrow when the deadline creeps up on me.

And I've slept, lots. I can't remember being so tired. And it's not physical, it's mental tiredness. My concentration is shot to pieces. I keep drifting off, thinking about having to move flat, where I'm going to end up (it won't be as good as where I am at the moment), what I'm going to be teaching this week, what my teaching timetable will be this year, my current writing assignment, next written assignment, where I'll go after BsAs. Trouble is, none of it is particularly productive. I'm kind of back to stream of consciousness thinking rather than organised thinking.

Oh well.