Yesterday I mended the tip-ex mouse, helped the secretary with some tricky stuff on her computer and maybe taught a year 8 kid some maths (“maybe” because I’m not sure how much stuck.). I feel those are 3 good uses of a day.
Today I have nothing of note to mention. I assume I must have done something because I’ve been awake for many hours. When I try to remember my acheivements, all I can think of are the things I still haven’t done yet. Things that need doing, things I could have done earlier, things I should probably be doing right now instead of writing this.
Funny how different days can be. Or at least one’s attitude towards them.