Really feeling the slog of the end of winter this year. I probably feel like it every year so this time, I'm going to write it down.

There isn't really much to say other than everything is wearing me down these days. 

Spanish has been particularly hard this week which has made me feel bad. It's not the first time that this has happened with Spanish and it definitely won't be the last but when you're in the middle of a rut, it feels completely pointless to carry on. I'm writing this off the back of 4 or 5 notably low comprehension days. I just can't bear to get the hours in.

Running is middling, as is weight loss. Both of those seem to have hit a similar stage of plateau which feels impossibly hard to break. It'd be nice to look back on this post in a year's time and see that it was just that - a plateau - for both. The same goes for Spanish. I'm hoping by writing this, I can capture one of the myriad ditches one finds when carrying out long, difficult projects.

Hoping that as the season changes, I can jump back into birding with some enthusiasm and take my mind off the negative focus, as well as distancing myself from the desparate hellscape that is programming these days (can you tell the AI honeymoon phase is over? Yeah, I'm glad about that one.)

For now, I'll keep at it.