
On Wednesday, I moved house with a gazillion boxes of books and a large cost.
I had to go back to work on Thursday for an important meeting where I felt like I was firing on about 20% capacity.
On Friday, we did a morning workshop and then I rushed off to get my hair cut. Everyone was running late, the toner turned my purple so they had to do it again and I was so tense with anxiety as I had 11 people coming to my house at 6pm. I raced home, lit all the candles in the house and chucked champagne in the freezer. Fortunately, PP brought some Turkish bread and dips and we assembled a basic feast. It was a terrific evening but I drank way too much....
Saturday at 6am I got up and showered and went back to bed. I eventually got up at noon but felt dreadful. Mcdonalds and a full coke helped but we did little on the house organising. That night was my work Christmas party where I was definitely on the water. That was fine, the food was delicious and I talked to some nice people.

Sunday I moved furniture and finally got the study set up and filled some bookcases. We sorted out the garage for the furniture the kid is taking to her new place. We then went up to the old house to do the final clearance the kid reversed the car into a gate post... she was tired and distracted but it is a huge amount of damage to a car that is not ours....
Yesterday, I felt like I needed a week's sleep. I actually went home at lunch time and lay on the sofa for 35 minutes which actually helped. I emptied 20 boxes of books and watched 3 episodes of Suits. I had a good night's sleep and am feeling vaguely human but I am holding out for two weeks off at the end of the week and still have not done all my Christmas shopping. Weirdly, my work is being fired by listening to Dr Dre.
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