It was a good weekend, so perhaps it's the contrast of weekend to weekday that's the problem. I even enjoyed mowing the lawn yesterday, which was nice. I made friends with the cat who had been potentially terrorising our cats, but has since seemed to make friends with them. I've decided to call him Roger. I don't know why.
Various tasks were done, some of which were outstanding for a long time, so my personal backlog seems a bit better. In fact, I even did some accounting today, which even seems to make my life a bit more straightforward as I have fewer receipts in my pockets and my memory can ditch some data it was holding, pending entry into a spreadsheet.
I should be in a better mood, but I still feel irascible.
Could it be the adjustment to BST. What does BST stand for? Bloody Sleep Thieves?
I'm not sure. I got a reasonable amount of sleep, I think, so perhaps I should be able to adjust to the new clock.
I don't know.
It could be the adjustment to a new season. I've long-held the opinion that adjusting between seasons leads to all manner of annoyance. Let's call it that, then. It's Spring, and I've not yet got a suitable amount of bounce.
One thing I've discovered is that watching this YouTube clip is a restorative. So enjoy it.
If all else fails, grumpiness can be ameliorated by the sight of some blokes smashing the hell out of each other.