Slumped

Life Luckily for me and the people of Manchester I didn't in fact need to go naked today. It was warm but with a slight welcome breeze. I did encounter the first signs of the dibilitating clogging of my brain cells which happens every year. I remember in my old job I'd often be slumped at my desk wishing for the day to end because my mind had stopped working. The day I'd planned to spend reading Dava Sobel's book Longitude in preparation for an essay (no really) rapidly diminished to a few hours in the morning. I spent the afternoon glaring at a computer hoping that the essay I'd been so positive about a few days ago wasn't really as ghastly as it seems now. It's the heat. It does wierd things to your memory and mood.