Things are difficult. I’ve fallen into the working week with less than my usual energy (which isn’t great at the best of times) and I’m coming down with a cold. Crossfit was out of the question today. Let’s focus on survival!
I had a great couple of days of brass-banding; conducting my Beginners to third place in the North Wales Competition, coming first with Seniors, and helping to support our local library with Intermediates on Sunday afternoon. Much as I loved it, it was draining to have a full-on weekend.
I’m lying in bed in my pyjamas, sipping coffee, and typing my assignment story; a story that is talking away at me constantly. Sometimes it’s in a good mood and gives me tingles up my back. Other times it yells and nags and complains, ‘Dude, why can’t you express me properly?! I’m an awesome story. Or I would be if it wasn’t for you…’
Thanks, Short Story, you’re even ruder than humans! However, if I insist on writing about heavy subjects, such as deceit, trauma, and death, then I can hardly complain if it screams at me to do it justice.
I must figure out this assignment and send it by a week on Thursday, as well as sort out all the Christmas events, despite tiredness and a blocked nose. I’m wearing headphones, because I thought they would hold my head together – but now they’re making my ears sting.
Ooh, I’ve just read a section of Short Story; some of it was in a much better frame of mind! My nose isn’t though, so I think I might just stuff tissues up my nostrils and have done with it. Right, I’m off to wrestle with deceit, trauma, and death, while looking like a walrus. Life is weird!