Nothing between here and the horizon

On balance, I think Mondays are the worst days of lockdown for me. Hour by hour, day by day, it's all fine, but Mondays bring it right home that there's nothing to look forward to: no beers with Dom or Simon or Chris or Hugo, no meals out with the Minx, no trips away for the weekend.

Don't get me wrong; I've had an easy time of it, at least so far. Only one daughter with (thankfully) asymptomatic Covid and that's pretty much it. I'm just saying how I feel is all.

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Reading: 'A Treachery Of Spies' by Manda Scott