There’s a a weird thing about what I’m doing here. My mind has no reference points with which to deal with the situation I currently find myself in, so it kind of flits between various options, trying them on for size but none of them quite fit.
Option 1 that it tries from previous experience is “this is a holiday lasting no more than 2 weeks”. This is patently wrong as I have shaken things up way beyond that. No job to go back to. This version also makes me feel like I should be going out every day and night.
I’ll try to work out the other options and then put them up here, more for me than for you. You realise that you are all my therapists? Tell me about your mothers.
Yesterday I was mundane. I tidied the apartment a bit. Tried to learn how my new sound card works a bit. Played a bit of guitar. Played a bit of (very bad) piano. Had a very nice phone call. Listened to a lot of UK radio on the wonderful BBC website. Ached from falling down the stairs the other day (That really hurt by the way!). Had a nice evening eating, lounging and chatting about our fears.
This morning I woke up with no new bites, my worry that I had bed bugs proved unfounded. It really was all that one very hungry and now very dead mosquito. And yes, if you didn’t know already, I really do pick up any worms I find on the pavement and put them back on the grass so they don’t get trodden on. Hippy.
