I don't 'do' Thursdays.

On a weekday, my alarm goes off at six fifteen.  

I leave for work at seven thirty each day, except for Thursdays when instead of MW driving me, I get a lift with a colleague and have to leave much earlier.

I work extra hours Monday to Wednesday, and on Thursday I'm fit for nothing after work.

Literally.

I used to have a second job - an online one - on a Thursday evening, but thankfully that's finished now.

When I get in from work on this evening once a week, I sit down and if I have to move from my corner of the settee I'm not great.

It's universally acknowledged that I'm best left alone; cup of tea plopped beside me, or scran on a plate left within nabbing distance is all I can reasonably cope with.

I can't do conversation.

Or anything else remotely human.

I go to bed very early with little interaction having taken place.

On Friday morning I'm restored and can function, and on Friday evening I'm my usual self.

It's Thursday today.

I know I'm a bear with a sore head but have genuinely no tether left, and bugger all energy.

I could care less about many things in life, and have no energy or inclination to manage any of them.

Normal service will, I am sure, be restored tomorrow.

FMx