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End of the week

The end of the week is always glorious - there is just so much to look forward to, even if most of it is just illusion. More time to sleep, more time to rest, read a magazine, do some charity, see friends, have quality time with B and C. My personal fitness bubble is bursting in joy (though you may have noticed I did not put gym time in the things to look forward to). 
The bubble is bursting and eventually pops around 8.30 pm on Sunday once the balance of the weekend is more quality time with B and C, time with friends and none of the rest. And that is brilliant on its own. But eventually i will over compensate on Sunday night charity work and bring the sleeping and resting more into negative ground. Well at least I am predictable. That helps, as it reduces the 'schock' of the end of the weekend. But still, it won't change the feeling that I am in autopilot mode and the 'back to manual' button is broken. 

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