And Somehow It Is Still January

I get paid a week or so before the end of the month, which automatically throws me out of synch with the usual dash to the month end that many people have – but even so this never ending January seems to be looming. I could almost be persuaded that 2020 is just going to be a year-long January – and it would be somehow entirely appropriate that it would then extend into January 2021.

It’s still going to be January tomorrow. Perhaps we’re all actually caught in the dystopian and existential horror of Scarfolk and just haven’t noticed how expensive the office supplies have got.

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Library Person, Raconteur, Poly, Queer and Bon Vivant. You were expecting something simple?
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