Aah, a funny day today. I woke up feeling rested and reasonably buoyant. This is rare, doubly so for a Monday, so I embraced the moment and lept two-footed into the working week.
Something happened en route to the office though, and I toppled over into a trough of bewildered ambivalence at about 11.30. I'm still in it as I type, rooted to the floor and staring at the stars. Will I climb out? Perhaps. But, in truth, the grey cloud and chill wind I can divine at the top don't inspire, so perhaps I'll park my weary noggin on a pillow-shaped boulder, and make the best of it down here. Down here - when I am to master of my own destiny. I answer to no-one. I sleep and work when I wish. I have shelter and a few friendly spiders for company. The perfect housemate, your spider - they're more than happy to keep themselves to themselves. As am I.
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