The only people I have spoken to (face to face, because phone calls don’t count) in the last six days are supermarket checkout people, and the buyer who came to pick up the motorbike.
I am having a few phone conversations each day, with recruitment agencies. And I had a nice long phone call with a friend, earlier this evening.
And I’ve had a telephone interview for a job in Moscow, and another for a job in Brussels.
But the amount of physical human interaction, lately, is small.
It’s 8pm Thursday evening.
And I’m bored.
Don’t misunderstand things – I’m feeling pretty good.
I have every right to be mopey and depressed, but I’m not; I’m upbeat and confident.
I’m just, this evening, very bored.