Rejuvenation

I love my job for the most part. At worst I just like it. Heaven knows it's not physically demanding and the bits of it that I'm actually good at come quite naturally. So, you know, that's nice.

This week, though, it's been quite demanding. [Boring bit about why it's been quite - i.e. a *bit* - demanding removed.] Today someone actually said that I looked a bit stressed, which shows what a drama queen my face can be but it's true that by six o'clock I was unusually happy to leave the office.

I'd been planning to swim, this evening, but really felt like going home to bed. As I drove across to Kirkby Lonsdale I reasoned with myself that the tiredness could only be mental and that shouldn't prevent me from exercising. I felt like telling myself to shut up but I kept driving, past the turning for home and on to the swimming pool. I nearly fell asleep in the car when I parked but I hauled myself into the changing room and put on my trunks.

The shower felt good but the moment I started swimming it felt great. I didn't do a particularly brilliant time but I swam a mile and let the mental cogs spin free.

After I'd showered and changed I drove down to Devil's Bridge and took this photo before heading home via Booths. I've had splendid evening: I made the best steak I've ever cooked, drank a bottle of wine, and watched a documentary on the making of Duran Duran's 'Rio', which my brother bought me from iTunes. A perfect evening and much better than if I'd just come home from work and crashed out!