Motivation takes a hike

Coughing again in the night, and my motivation bypass highly successful. Pottered about tidying up and toying with work in a desultory fashion. All I want to do at the moment is play guitar which isn't an exactly productive business. Cath popped by for ten minutes too, and is off to Newcastle for her brother's wedding this weekend.

Beginning to feel like writing a bit, which is a good sign, also keen to read. But until The Cloud of Things That Need to Be Done diminishes, I can't see a hand in front of my face.

If in doubt tidy up, is a good policy, so I did this fairly enthusiastically for a while. Cooked in the evening for Lorraine who had a very frustrating day, and slipped blamelessly into bed fairly early.