Don’t really manage to get up, but make a go of it.
Breakfast, H leaves. To my shame: Muesli frenzy.
Get to Walker late, having had a telephone conversation on the way to work. Part of this was on a bus, but I was too self-conscious to actually say anything. Amazingly the conversation survived the journey.
I don’t eat lunch, but lie under the table the whole time: I’m that tired.
Off to the Movements class, from which I return at 21:45, in the flat by 22:30.
There’s delicious stew by H, and I do some small bits and pieces.