The ennui is setting in.

I have about half a dozen drafts of blog posts that I can’t finish. Blog posts, for god’s sake. You’d think I was up for the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature. I’m surprised I can even finish a sent…

I have been swimming everyday. Well, except last Thursday. But I really must get out and do other things. I did bike a little last Wednesday. And a few kettlebell swings last Saturday. (Not enough to warrant a massage, apparently.) And the TRX is off the shelf. (And on the floor.) I just have to set up and use the bloody thing.

I’m blaming it on the rain. We’re coming to the end of Siargao’s rainy season and I guess we should welcome the rain while we can. God knows it won’t be long before I’ll be blaming it on the heat.

Yeah, I’m going back to sleep.