It seems like the more I do, the more I'm expected to do. It also seems like the more I do, the more I can do. Let's put aside last night's stand-up debacle now, since I clearly wasn't in the zone for that. Instead, let's review the day. And when I say "let's", I mean "let me" (though there's no convenient abbreviation for that - "letm'"?).

Went to work. Worked hard. Went to meetings. Took notes. Went to more meetings. Eventually managed to cram in an hour-long one-to-one with a colleague on something which I thought might be useful for us to spend an hour on. Discovered that it was time for another meeting. Ran to get a quick lunch. Ate lunch expecting it to be interrupted by the meeting... which didn't happen...

...then I had another meeting...

...that meeting caused me to call a meeting...

...in which we agreed to have another meeting on Friday...

Then I left the office. I spoke to a friend on the way home, via the gift of the headset robotic ear. During the conversation I resolved to do many of my DIY and home projects and so I did.

I attacked the outside of my house with a scraping knife and removed much of the paintwork (intentionally). Then, as the light faded, I set about bagging some long-unbagged rubble. Then I set about throwing stuff in the recycling. In a moment of clarity, I got rid of a brick which has been hanging around, in the way, in my hall for about 8 months (for no reason).

All this having been accomplished, I went to get some food. I ate the food. Then I returned home and did my ironing. After the ironing, I packed away the kit from my "home studio", since I need to start stripping out the room that the studio was occupying.

Then a shower.

Now a little scrabble.

Quite a tiring day all in.