Well, I would say the meds don’t work. I had lots of plans for this weekend. Building the final bookcase. Cleaning the flat.
Neither of these things happened. I spent most of today asleep. I did do some stuff yesterday, but not as much as I was hoping to do.
I hate it when I get like this, even though I know I can’t help it. And I guess it is better to do it on the weekend, rather than during the week. I will go to work tomorrow. I have to. I have a meeting and board papers to write. I have to be there. People are relying on me.
Simon relies on me as well, but the basic stuff is done. Clothes are clean. Groceries are ordered for the week. We had a nice dinner.
But I still feel bad that I didn’t get more done this weekend.
I’m sure I’ll get over it.