Last week I was working from home all the time - which was far preferable to having to go into the office - especially as my dad says the police might stop me. And especially as this week I have a late followed by an early so I either have no sleep or I stay in a hotel. Neither is good.
However, being at home has its pitfalls too. It's not that I'm bored so much as finding it hard to be motivated. It started off OK as I had to finish the essay. Also I set myself the task of cleaning the car and, until Saturday, I had a lot of work to do in the evenings on various English and then Italian football shows.
Then I thought, well I can start reading about Research Ethics in preparation for March. Hard. Or crack on with the David Ross book. That's hard too. Get some sketching done, then? The conservatory is bloody freezing, though I could put the heater on.... or I could sit inside... but all I want to do is go to bed and watch Sharp Objects.
I've not been able to sleep until well after midnight then I stay asleep until late in the morning and of course then I can't sleep the next night. But I've felt too drained to want to have an alarm.
This is just winter lockdown blues. Like, now, I should take the dog on a longer walk than just the park, but it's so cold and miserable and I am hard pressed to work up any enthusiasm.
Even my thoughts have gone into hibernation. There's just a mild anxiety and a flat depression and the urge to distract myself with stories rather than facts. Though I don't want to read a novel really... just listen to Sarum on Audible.
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