Nine Feet Underground

Final working day of the week, with an extra long weekend due to taking next Tuesday off as annual leave. Work dominates the day One of carers is off for two weeks. I will miss her as she usually brightens my day with badinage and friendly piss-taking.  It's her birthday soon, just after mine. Work... Around lunch time I discover that the course I'm on has set four other pieces of work to be done by Wednesday's next call.  Just one problem: I'm not back in work until Wednesday, so now on top of the one thing I knew I had to finish for the course today, I have all this to do as well. It's going to be a long day. Given how much work I have to do I suggest to the boys that we have a takeaway tonight as I'm not going to be able to help with dinner.  Finally three hours after I'd planned to finish, I've done enough of the 'homework' that I feel I can stop.  I reckon if I get up early enough on Wednesday I can finish it off.  Not wishing to be a misera...

Another early start and walk. Crazy person disappeared - real or not? Banned or self-deleted? I will never know. Early morning trip to the Post Office to send a bold letter journeying to its destination.  Undone. I am. Adrift. Flip-flop state A to state B and round again. Guess what I'll be doing today?  Begins with 'w' and ends in a 'k'? Any clues?  I'm told if you do too much of what I do it can be bad for your eyesight? Getting warmer? Work it is then... Got an email from Talking Therapies mid-afternoon asking if I wanted to have a one-to-one as they were concerned by my scores in the PHQ-9 test (and others) I did before last week's half-day of meditation.  Given the way I've been feeling of late, I decided that I probably should take up the offer.  I have an hour long one-to-one with one of the counsellors tomorrow afternoon.  Work again...hours of back-to-back calls ahead of me. Unusually I'm finishing a little earlier today as I am making my fi...