Today has, as I expected, been much better, although I didn't sleep last night. Couple of hours, I suppose, then I answered emails, skipped through Facebook and played games. I am relaxing determinedly tonight, having made risotto for supper, played the new Angry Birds game and read the paper. As soon as I've written this, I'll read a book for the rest of the evening - work can wait until tomorrow.
You might gather that I like games. Yes. I always have. My mother didn't and nor did my father, expect patience (card games, that is, his favourite was Scorpion). If ever you could get my mother on a tennis court she was rather good, but it was rare, and she never joined in board games or even cards, as far as I remember. I, on the other hand, happily joined in with everything my children wanted to play. I haven't quite grown up yet, That is, not at all, scrub the 'not quite'. Now, of course, I rely on my phone, because the Sage is grown up too.
Nothing at all in my diary tomorrow. I might, as Dave suggests, pretend to garden and dig little areas for my favourite chicken to scratch around.