January blues. Feel down although not as bad as poor old Shiny Happy Person for whom I feel depths of sorrow and realise how hard it must be to feel that way when nobody except other sufferers really knows what it means. Feeling for you SHP from across the cyber waves. Waves?
No, mine is more a generalised boredom with what life offers at the moment, which is ironic because for one reason or another, things are about to get unpredictable and potentially exciting. But this is all waiting in the wings for now and I'm being impatient. Something else that is hiding in the wings is the inevitable 'moving house' situation, which as partner to a junior doctor, is one of those annoying side effects of a career in medicine. If I never have to pack and unpack again after this year I'd be a happy woman, although clearly that will not be the case.
It's just January, isn't it? January is shit, whatever way you look at it. Getting up in the pitch dark, and coming home in the only-just-less-than-pitch dark is not right; it's not good for our little souls. And the chickens aren't that keen either.
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