What? Already more than half way through January? How did that happen?
Bearing in mind I spent the whole of Tuesday this week convinced the next day was Thursday (yes, I know, I know, I confused myself as well as everyone else, no mean feat either), I have now put my skates on - figuratively speaking - as I have month end in sight and a raft of meetings and networking events to attend in the interim.
And a few cycling trips to look forward to as well.
It was while I was trying to find the most appropriate manner of telling OH about these that I relished the upside of honesty.
Telling the truth - even when it involves sorties with cycling buddies over long weekends and not necessarily in this country - goes a long way towards avoiding confrontation or tying yourself in knots.
Unlike some other individuals who just cannot stop themselves it would seem. I came across this and lost the will to live about two months' in.
Good grief. Another three years still? It is beyond 'the new normal' even for someone with my level of innate sarcasm.
On another note, there is something to look forward to on Sunday morning (and I am not talking rugby or refereeing in the pouring rain):
Fortunately it takes place before rugby training beckons, so I may just have the opportunity to hear another privileged toss-pot speak very slowly to maximise their airtime, and throw in some Latin for good measure, in an attempt to illustrate how ignorant we Remainers all are.
Thank goodness for those who fight our corner in the public eye, stand up for true facts, and have brains to debate and argue a righteous cause without resorting to insults.
And on that note, I'm on my bike.