Fraught
Rough ten days
I can’t go into details about these last ten days. All I can say is, between the personal and family news I received, appointments practically every day, and a lot of stress centred about how mandatory those appointments were, I can tell you that I was not in much of a mood to do anything other than curl up on a pile of cushions in my room, wrap blankets around me and just shut down all bodily processes till next Spring.
I’ve mostly stayed off my social media this week, barring the occasional foray to Facebook and MeWe. I checked my Ellipsus account: I had not written anything to my works in progress since about Tuesday.
Last Wednesday, I’d had an appointment in a local hotel, where there was a jobs fair. I attended that, which was actually one of the few enjoyable social experiences this week. Then there was a miracle: both the appointments set for that afternoon had been cancelled at the last minute, meaning that the only appointment I had needed to attend was the one I’d just come from.
Thursday had meant just one thing for me: Llangollen and a visit to this delightful sweet shop there, to score some Kendal Mint Cake. Okay, slight setback - the delivery didn’t come till tonight just after closing - but there’ll be the Food Festival tomorrow, and try to keep me away from that.
Which only left the one appointment, and the last mandatory one for this week - this morning at 11:25. The good news was, I managed to get through that easily. There’ll be a follow up phone appointment, and I’ll have to keep an eye out in my emails for that; but once I’d done with that, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. At last, this week was over, and the weekend officially began for me at 11:45 this morning.
One last thing, before the visit to Llangollen to round off the weekend - I will be marking the first anniversary of losing my job tomorrow. I plan on beginning my celebrations in town, and completing them in Llangollen.
It’s been a strangely long year, yet also a year which seems to have passed like the snap of my fingers. Here’s to the next year. I’m going to keep my fingers crossed that I’ll not have a shitty ten days like these again.