feeling listless

Life Today is the first Tuesday I haven't had to get up for work in months. I thought I would wake up at six in the morning anyway, and that when nine o'clock came I'd look at the clock, remembering what I would usually be doing at that time. But I didn't. I woke at eight-thirty, drank tea, ate toast and watched a DVD. In way it's almost as thought the past twelve months didn't happen. This troubles me. If I've fallen so easily into these old patterns, I hope the other moods won't return. The reason the title of the weblog came about for example. It's supposed to be ironic. I hope what I'm writing won't actually be inkeeping.