Feel like I ought to update this thing, but have largely nothing to say. It’s been a nice few days – the heat’s back down a a level fit for people that aren’t made of leftover lizard bits, and there’s a breeze off the river that’s made up for the office’s lack of decent air conditioning. If only it was like this all summer.
Weekend plans call for barbequed meats tonight, drinks with Ross et al tomorrow, and not a lot for Sunday.
Feel like I’m becoming complacent. Nothing new on the horizon, and I’m not too bothered by that fact. I’ve fallen into a comfortable rut. This is usually my cue to do something deeply stupid, so watch this space over the next month or two to find up what inventive scheme I come up with to cause myself work and stress.