Sitrep

Apologies for the lack of writing. It's been a hot and intensely busy month with little time for reflecting on anything in life. The heat seems to sap the life from me. I eat and drink less, have little energy for others and would rather sit in a cold bath than do anything taxing. Even reading feels like too much effort, and it's a bad day indeed when reading a good book is taken from you.

Any energy I have has been spent getting used to my new job. Working 9-5 has taken some getting used to and I'm still very much grappling with it. People who know me best will testify that I'm not the most formal person in the world and office work goes against that. I'm in a smart shirt, trousers and dress shoes every day and have responsibilities, meetings and a desk. Very strange. I'm still at the stage of finding it all vaguely hilarious. People ask me to do things of relative importance to the running of this or that and I just wonder if they realise that they've asked someone with the mental age of 8 to do such a task. "Yes of course I can organise that data entry and email it to HR, but you do realise it will have to wait until I'm done perfecting my Skeletor impression?" That's really not important though. I'm there with a job to do and work to put my name to so I have to do it to the best of my abilities and if it's terrible then that's for them to decide. The bigger questions around career, what my work means and where I go from this point will decide itself.

Aside from work I've just been trying to keep sane in this rediculous heat. I tried sitting in my work clothes, a fan softly circulating warm air whilst I drank whisky in the hope some gorgeous creature in a 1920's dress would come in and begin a film noir plot but to no avail. I've been running more and exhausting myself in the process. Both of my achilles are inflames, my feet feel as if they are on fire and my knee is clicking. It seems to be a coordinated effort by my lower half to halt me running. It's the only explanation. I persist despite this rebellion and have been cutting my times nicely. Still hate running, dull as anything.

On that I'll leave you. I'm still trying to write and I'll get back to this when my life settles down a bit. Until then keep doing that rain dance and pray the sun buggers off for another year.

J