It was the day it all got out of hand. Or at least the day I noticed. Blogging at a quarter to midnight I am surrounded by the papers and thoughts from four meetings today, all of which have actions attached to them and none of which I have done same day.
In the gaps between meetings I managed to do the shopping, collect some shoes from the repairers, print off my preparation for tomorrow's staff meeeting, prepare a meal and put some washing on.
The nagging doubt that the difficulty I have been having concentrating on reading led me to book an appointment for an eye test - I'm convinced that is the problem.
See. It is a very dull life and yet it is out of control again.
Better sleep on it.