Apparently today is the most depressing day of the year. It’s true that my bank balance is looking a bit dipleeted, but not really any more so than usual at this time in a month. I had a good weekend, and I saw snowdrops and that’s got to be good. Went to the movies on Friday and that was good. It’s true that it took me an hour and a half to get from my house to Didcot for my training course this morning, but it could have been worse (I could have been behind the military convoy that was doing 50 mph all the way with a police escort that wouldn’t let anyone overtake – don’t tell me what was in the convoy because I’m really not sure I want to know). I went swimming, and did another 48 lengths in aprox. 50 minutes – thereabouts anyway – I didn’t have my lenses in today so I couldn’t see a blessed thing in the pool let alone the clock on the wall so I can’t be sure on the timing…!!
Another good critique today on my novel, and this one on my ‘problem’ chapter five – which it seems is not so much of a problem as I thought it was. 🙂 All I have to do now is get on and finish chapter six finished. With Part One complete in second draft form, I think I could start thinking seriously about where to send it…
I started out being not at all depressed yesterday – even quite happy! – but then Andy Murray lost to Rafael Nadal in the Aussie Open and *then* the depression set in 🙂
I’m not sure if you should let the fortunes (or not) of Andy Murray affect how you perceive your day. After all, he did well to get where he did, and lost out to a good’un. Besides, we don’t want him to burn out too soon, do we… 😉
It was actually a fantastic match, breath-taking play from both players, real edge-of-the-seat stuff. I would love to see Nadal go on to win the championship – he seems like a genuinely nice person, as well as being the clear No.2 player in the world. Hehe, I’m such a tennis bore 😉