Woolliness

The fact of the matter is that I've been quite busy. And a little woo-woo in the brain.

Time seems to just melt away, like a prawn cracker in tea. Not that I have ever put a prawn cracker in tea. But there may have been a tea spillage on the side once, into which a prawn cracker made its final journey.

In any case. I have a weird arm. I got it from writing notes for the first essay for my course. And that was over a month ago now and the hurt is still hurty (like now with the typing for example) and I am having physio but since the diagnosis seems to be "hurty arm" it feels a little like guesswork. Helpful guesswork.

I have also been juggling some problems with my counselling placement, which has been very anxiety-making, but which seems be sorted out now. Or at least it will be in a couple of weeks.

So I've been a little wonky in the brain, feeling a little out of control, a little oh-my-gosh-I-can't-cope.

I've been eating a lot of cake.

Let's put it like that.

Today hub is doing a writing workshop, and I am doing some tea-drinking and some bed-lazing. (Although I should be doing some editing, but I can't seem to bring myself to actually engage with it.)

I suppose things are a bit split. I'm working two jobs, I'm doing my counselling diploma, I'm doing my placement, I'm trying to give hub the lurve and attention he deserves, and somewhere in all of that I get a bit confused and woolly. Like a tea cosy that wishes it were a bobble hat.