Boxes of dust.
And PEOPLE IN MY TERRITORY.
After a teeny tiny meltdown on Sunday* ** ***, I was feeling in need of a little bit of calm, so when a friend suggested a run and a chat, I leapt at the chance.
One run later, and everything is right with the world. Other than the dust, boxes, dusty boxes, boxes of dust and the prospect of another week of PEOPLE IN MY TERRITORY, but at least they’ve returned to being slightly tedious. For the time being, at least.
* “My my, living out of boxes while surrounded by dust is beginning to become slightly tedious.”
** Andy B, Kat M – for reference, similar to the teeny tiny meltdown I had around mile 100 of NDW100.
*** My Andy – contradict me at your peril