By 7.30 this morning I had hauled my protesting legs out of bed, into running gear, round a large-ish block (for me) and home again. I had recorded my run online. I had relit the boiler (which had blown out for the third or fourth time this week - yes another nagging issue to bury my head in the sand over for a bit longer). I had even sorted some left overs into fridge portions. Wow was I doing well.
Now it is 10.30. I arrived home tired and late. I dined courtesy of the burger joint (ok it's a good burger joint, but honesty must nevertheless prevail). It seems I am incapable of coaxing my new (to me, though definitely not to the world) laptop to sign onto my wireless. And that third leg of the Janathon triumvirate, the blog, had almost escaped. I knew this whole efficiency and organisation concept would never take off!
However I have struck back. The blog is hereby declaring itself done. And so with no more ado, I bid you adieu; I fear we will meet again all too soon oh great blog-watchers and Janathon-martyrs ...
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