Saturday was a brilliant fine day during which I cleared the sink.

Sunday I crashed back down with one of my psychosomatic non-migraines.

Monday was taken over by the first City run in five or six weeks. It only took a couple of hours, but the fallout, by which I mean the wiping down of food packages, change, folding money, and laundry, ran on for a longer spell …

Which is ongoing well into today.

Today is also the first day of finals week, and thus the beginning of the end of employed life for a while.

My shoulders are soothed but my brain is still aflame.