Grumpy

I'm still not well. I'm not terribly unwell - just a stinking cold and a head full of cotton wool - but it's enough to make me grumpy and socially maladroit.

I'm not thinking clearly. I'm not listening properly. In conversation, my sentences are clumsy things that stop and start in a random manner. They don't tend to make much sense. They don't tend to have much energy behind them, either. I've lost focus.

Not things I cope well with. I rely on halfway decent communication skills for my job, too. Stupidly, I also turn into more of a stubborn (but muddle-headed) workaholic when I'm in this state - it's harder to get out of the office on time, because I don't organise my day nearly as well, so always end up forgetting something vital... until I'm just about to leave....

Which doesn't help matters.

Whitby next week. I don't actually want to be ill for Whitby, thanks. I want to be energetic, sociable, good company for the people I'm with - and generally filled with the spirit of Fun. This is not looking altogether likely.

Hmph. Enough rambling. Back to the grump.