Why does the “holiday mode” come so early?
It’s Friday afternoon. It’s a reasonably nice day. I have a lot of loose ends to tie up before I go on holiday. With all that taken into consideration I have to wonder why my brain has effectively bought itself an ice cream and is sitting on the beach.
My brain is obviously oblivious to the huge mountain of paperwork that I need to do, even if my eyes and my concience aren’t. They are, all three, currently having a little meeting to decide if any work should get done and, if so, how much.
Dammit, I think my eyes and concience are going to employ my foot so I can kick my own arse and make myself work. Luckily there aren’t any union rules in favour of Brain, so strike action such as this is illegal.
And so ends this post full of anthropomorphic personifications. I will try and get back to work, although I don’t think it’s actually going to be possible now.