That, though, is it.

Another day of crapness, though slightly less crap than yesterday. I do right the shelf, fixing it to the wall in the process, and put many of the books back. I do manage an hour of practise, although my concentration slips occasionally. I still eat far too much (I ate far, far too much yesterday, but didn’t mention it. Even I can only countenance so much moaning together in one place).

That, though, is it.