Surprisingly, I'm in good spirits. A refreshing change in social direction has lifted the dread and I feel rejuvenated. I'm surprised because the weekend activities have now descended into what can only be described as a drunken onslaught. Being Tuesday I'm usually dredging the trough of the past weekend, decapacitated and monosyllabic.
But I feel focused, fresh and with purpose. I really don't want to get carried away. I still feel that my enthusiasm will be in vein and I will sink into another long battle between mind over body, with no sort of head levelling companion to distract me.
Optimism will prevail... Well, for the next half hour at least.