Strangely, my diary for the last four days (Monday to Thursday) is empty.
Yes, this is strange. It’s not often that I have one blank day, let alone four in a row.
I use my diary for a mixture of appointments, reminders, and writing down what I did after the event, so that I can refer back to it in future. Which suggests that these last four days have been pretty much uneventful.
Once upon a time, this would have sent me into a figurative pit of despair. But nowadays I am getting plenty of exercise, and it doesn’t bother me.
What does bother me (a little) is that I don’t seem to have a project at the moment, and so I’m spending my evenings watching old television shows that I’ve downloaded from the Internet. I am willing to accept that I will go through such periods once in a while, but I still like to get out of them as quickly as possible.