I'm tired, but I'm also in that post-camp bubble, where all the fun and hard work of it has ended, warm showers and comfortable beds are back, but the real world has yet to hit.
A lot of my things are in piles. Even Malcolm texted me about the setup for church today:
"All DI boxes and microphones tested. Oh and there is a pile of Matt-Stuff at the back."
Of course there is. It's turned out to be the Nord With No Name, its empty box, a stand, and a couple of cables. I've ended up playing guitar.
So, does life always compartmentalise itself into these columns of stuff? It isn't deliberate. It just happens! Even my desk at work has piles of books and graphs and old forms, oh and my scrum-master certificate of course.
Oh work. It'll hit me on Tuesday in another vertical column, a pile of emails to trouble through.
Until then though, there are many other pillars to demolish, in an attempt to get my flat and my life back into order.
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