# The last few leaves cling for dear life to the tree at the back of our house, a last bastion of autumn. Whilst sitting in the office I have watched as the colours changed and the leaves fell, it seems only a few weeks ago that it was full, green, vibrant, but I know it is longer and that I am remembering through the current Covid induced skewing of time.

Surprisingly, the weekend seemed longer than usual, it feels like more than two days since I have set at this desk. Weekends normally disappear in a flash leaving me resenting Monday morning, not just for having to return to work but for stealing all too precious time.

This morning, this Monday, is the most bearable I've had in a long time. I actually feel ready to get on and get things done, things that I have been putting off for weeks; almost since before the tree had begun to acknowledge the changing of the seasons.

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