Getting back on track was not as bad as I’d feared. I genuinely seem to developed a streak of discipline and determination. I’ve no idea where that came from to be honest. Throughout most of my life I’ve been about as committed to one task as your average Golden Retriever puppy. Easily distracted. You know those youtube videos of cute little balls of fluff and they just want to run from one side of the room to the other because it just looks like fun on whatever side of the room they aren’t on. And you just want to bury your face into their bellies and tickle them. And you get dragged into the fun of it and really want a puppy…..
Where was I? Focus. Yes, that. I managed to pull on hitherto unfound reserves of discipline and recoup some of my lost days so I finished the week only one day behind. I’m quite proud of that.
I wanna puppy….