THIS END OF THE WEEK

Made it to the end of the week. I also remembered not to get hot chocolate from Starbucks tonight, so it’s looking up.

I don’t know if there was any doubt that I would make it to the end of the week. Made it without what? Dying? Check. Crumbling into a nervous wreck? Check. Whining, and being generally ungrateful about my life and then having to apologise to God about it? Not quite, nooo.

So, limping across the line perhaps, here I am, ‘making it’ to the end of this week, in Starbucks, with a lovely hot ‘end-of-the-week’ cup of tea.

I think I might be more tired than I realised. I suddenly feel very drained and empty, as though all those missing breakfasts are ganging up on me. By the way, a lot of people have given me suggestions about how to reinvigorate my porridge, and you get a thank you from me for that! Switching to a bigger breakfast-based eating plan will take a while though.

No, I mean the tiredness of the week is with me, I think, here at the end of it. My brain’s been on overtime. I need a rest. So tonight I hope to microwave my coconut Thai curry (“Did you make it from scratch?” “Ha. I wish”) and just sort of flump into the weekend.

That’s got to be alright, hasn’t it?