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Hellz yes. Spring.

I have been battling exhaustion this week, but today I am finally feeling good. I went to bed around 10 and woke up at 8 (instead of before 7).

I have also been battling work this week and last week. But today it seems as though things have settled into a groove and are moving forward.

With sleep and work going well, it means that today is good! I can go back to focusing on what fancy meal I will prepare this evening after work instead of 'do I have chronic fatigue?' and 'do I have to look for a new job?'

Last night I watched Breakfast on Pluto. I was really expecting it to be fantastic, but it was flat. I'll give it points for aesthetics, but the characters were weak and the plot thin. It wasn't anywhere close to as good as Hedwig.

I also finished Sebald's The Emigrants yesterday. Brilliant, but very morose. I'm glad I read it on beautiful, sunny, Spring days or it might have sent me into dark months of introspection. One of the best books I've read in a long, long time.

Today I picked up Graham Swift's Waterland. Again. Running out of books is helping me read some of the ones that have been on my shelves for years.