56: End of Term

I can tell the summer holidays are around the corner. This time of year feels like a fold in a page. Everything I'm doing feels like it can either be sacked off and carried over, or must be done immediately before I lose the thread entirely. There's a natural break in the direction of my life at the moment and it's eerily matching up with the end of term. I'm lethargic and I want to be anywhere but my desk. I am close to having a temper tantrum. I literally got up and had a nap in the middle of this sentence. We're supposed to be easing back into some assemblance of normality but fundamental things have changed. The world continues to be a dangerous, unpredictable place. When my mum used to say "what is normal?" in a spooky voice I used to think it was cringey and annoying, but now that's my constant state of being. There's no normality and there's nothing I can do about it. And I can look on the bright side too; I've managed to get a lot of other things done recently. But none of it is my actual job and as the weeks tick on and the days at the beginning of lockdown seem further away and more imaginary, I'm left wondering if I'll ever have a normal week again. A normal sleeping pattern again. A steady income again.Who knows? Sometimes all you can do to feel like you have a grasp on the situation is whinge about it. Thanks for letting me whinge at you. Now on to the good stuff:Other Stuff

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Stonehenge with the comet Neowise by Matthew Browne