The fact is, with all this lovely weather and a day to myself, I am down in the dumps. Finally I have time to stop and think and breathe, and the Bogeyman has caught up with me. Griefs which I thought were healing are not, and will not until I sit with them, listen to them, maybe write a poem about them, and move on. I'm disappointed in myself that finally getting back into the work force hasn't produced the job of my dreams, but one part time job which I very much like, and one in retail, which I very much don't. And the excitement of re-inventing myself has become the resignation to another round of "Aw well, it's something," but I was hoping for so much more.
So it's tea and a biscuit and something for now. Because at least that much I can still control.