Is it just me, or are Mondays a bit dull? I crashed through all my tasks at work and popped in to see my sister-in-law on the way home, but when I got to bed I just lay there wondering where the day went. I hadn't achieved anything. I hadn't done anything much. The time just seemed to have passed me by.
There was probably lots of stuff I could have done - I can't think what at the moment though - and felt like my day had had some meaning. It was just a day wasted.
The only thing I did realise is that I'm coming down with a cold.