I’ve no doubt that I won’t be the only one struggling with this.
Saturday evening and I just don’t see the point. Saturdays are always difficult, as it’s now 6 weeks. I’ve kept really busy. But at some point I have to stop.
The house feels so empty, as does life. I hate that work has become the highlight of my week. It’s not like I enjoy my job.
It’s not yet 8pm and I’ve been putting off going to bed for a couple of hours now.
