Anyway, as I've been communicatively silent for a month - wish I could say it has been because I have found my inner zen and have been peacefully tranquil, nope, not a chance - I decided to kick myself up the pants with the utterly trivial fact stated in the post title.
There, I'm like the kid, someone asks me something and I'm thinking "oh, yeah, um, so, ooh look out the window, pretty doggy!" I'm not being glib, I should probably be embarrassed that it is true of someone racing headlong towards year 41 on this Earth.
One of our neighbours has two Newfies and a St Bernard (or the bears as we like to call them) lovely dogs but oh my god the drool. It's like slimy shoelaces sticking out their mouths. Bleurgh!
(Note: neighbours live in the same size house as I do which isn't huge, I believe the dogs have their own bedroom, and I bet it's the biggest one!)
The Hobbits are enjoying a camping sleepover with the Scouts. I am enjoying doing what I usually do, which isn't much, while thinking of all the things I should be doing, which is a lot. I am accepting of what the doctor has now decided is Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (I'm apparently moderate which is better than severe but not as good as mild), that doesn't mean I like it but it does mean I'm not fighting against it now. That was completely counter-productive. There will be a way around it, I just have to find it. I need to move on and get started with working from home, with my writing, and get to a place where I can work and also manage this.