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A slow starter

Sitting here at my kitchen table, enjoying the early spring sunshine that still has the bones of the winter cold, it's hard to believe that nearly a quarter of the year is gone.

Regular readers (if one can be a regular reader of something I publish so erratically) will be aware that I hold myself to a series of targets every year, weekly, monthly and yearly. I almosy never achieve any of them, but it's a way of keeping myself accountable, gets me down to the gym on days I don't feel like it, makes sure I keep writing, gives me extra reasons to read and watch new things. Various pluses to my existence which may well disappear into a slough of inertia otherwise.

For I am by nature a deeply lazy man. I know this to be what I am like, and so take countermeasures. Unfortunately I seem to have overshot somewhat and am now working harder than at any other point in my life, whuch veterans of the Source years may find hard to believe, but that's a slightly different issue.

Anyway, the point of this is to note that this year I am doing slightly better than usual, I'm ahead of where I was last year, but still a long way behind where I'd like to be. It does happen like this every year, and normally round now is where I start to pick up a head of steam. Every year is a slow start, a combination of the dark and long tail exhaustion from December service.

Even so, I'm finding it more difficult, a little older, a little more tired, and more calls on my time than ever before, but we persist.

For Spring has spring, the grass is riz, and I don't need to wonder where the boidies iz, cos they're all outside my bedroom window.

I'll ask you to forgive the rambling self-indulgence of this post, I'm not going to publicise it to the wider readership, as it's not really about anything, but if you're one of the folks who checks in without prompting (thanks!), I appreciate you bearing with me this far. Time to crack on.

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