No idea what’s going on with my legs this morning, but I barely managed the commute to work. Now given that my commute currently involves crossing the hall from the bedroom to the kitchen to pick up some bits for breakfast, and then into the next room where my study is, that’s hardly an arduous journey. Nothing special happened yesterday to cause this complete feeling of jelly legs. I worked for about 11.5 hours but moved around between and during meetings, and then went for a walk round to the shop in the evening. We perhaps walked a little faster than normal on the way there as it was close to closing time, but I took it easy on the way back. I can’t even say I had a particularly disturbed night.