Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

I'm Dog-Tired.

Not recovered from my christmas/new-year flu.
I'm normally a nocturnal creature, go to bed in the small hours, but so far this week, three days back at work, and a lot of work to be done, I'm exhausted when I get home. Early to bed, and out like a light.
10:20 now, and I'm away to my sleep. (I fell asleep a bit whilst writing the previous post). I'll get back into the real world soon, honest.
Good-night.

5 comments:

The Nag12 January 2011 at 19:43
Poor Sobriquet! Get well soon.
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Adullamite13 January 2011 at 05:25
Take it easy man! The weariness from such bugs takes weeks to leave you.
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soubriquet13 January 2011 at 11:35
I'll try not to moan too much, but I confess I'm very fed up with it all.
Had a flu immunisation, at start of winter too. sigh. Roll on spring!
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gz13 January 2011 at 11:51
Look after yourself!

Listen to Adullamite.
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Relax Max13 January 2011 at 23:17
I'm starting to worry about you.
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