Undeprived

After a week where I seemed to be in continual mental freefall, my mood darkening with each day, things have been on the up again these past few days. Last night I managed, in an all-too-rare act of discipline, to go to bed at 10. That meant that rather than having to be unloaded from my bed and shoved out onto the cold, harsh streets of Singapore, I woke feeling fresh and mentally capable.

A new life

I tossed and turned last night and couldn't sleep; this morning I struggled to run, only managing a kilometre before packing it in as a bad idea and hobbling home again. Sat on the sofa, wearing only my underpants, logging on to a work computer felt like less fun than before.

Pregnancy

My wife's pregnant. Which is great, although I get aggravated when people ask questions like "were you trying for long?"

That makes it sound like we weren't very good at getting pregnant. What are they implying? That every day, my wife and I would sit on the sofa, sighing, and trying to figure out if the right way to get a baby was to fill out the DBS credit card application form, or to do the laundry, or to stand on our heads while listening to uplifting music, or to run outside with a big net to catch a stork?