Where did that weekend go?
I reckon we all feel that way late on a Sunday evening.
It can either be with a sense of accomplishment after a full weekend knocking off a number of items on that “to do” or with a feeling of disbelief after the hours and days were seemingly frittered away.
Yes I know that’s a rather “extreme ends of the spectrum” view to take but with less than 45 mins of the weekend to go (as I bash out my #blogjune post for the day) I’m leaning towards the latter and it’s all rather feeling like an eek! end to me right now.
I did manage to shift piles of stuff neatly stacked from one pile to another today, that was productive.
I tell myself that’s tidying up but the truth is it’s really just shifting piles of papers about
Ever noticed how you can feel more on top of paperwork just by stacking it up neatly?
The latter part of the evening has been spent solving a Midsomer murder and then further CSS and other layout tweaks to this website.
A new week beckons, as does a new month – #blogjune is almost done but are my blogging efforts? I suspect not..