Something about a last-minute panic has hit.
Aside from thinking - mistakenly - that today was Friday (it isn't, it's still only Thursday) and that my bank balance is so far underwater that I dare not anticipate what my weekly text update from my provider will say in the morning when it pings my phone (aside from "Seriously? WTF?"), it has also dawned on me that for the first time ever the house will be minus two out of three children from Wednesday.
One with friends in Italy, another ditto but in Norway.
And Widget on a local RYA sailing course with his best mate to keep him busy.
What to do then, with all this free time?
Actually, free time my arse.
I'll be working.
But with less distractions.
And possibly a bit of cycling thrown in, just for good measure.
Work life balance and all that.
Although potentially with less phone calls from offspring asking where I am.
School holidays. Gotta love 'em.