There is no earthly reason why I should be up so early on a September morning but I am. Dreams, the bane of my life. But I did get to see the dawn.
You find me up listening to Mozart's Cosi fan Tutti and drinking coffee. It's hard to assess my mental state. Anxiety still hits hard most days. My appetite is poor. And I'm still struggling to remain asleep.
In the week a bombshell landed in my lap. It is work related so can say little on here at this stage. But it involves change. Big change. What I must do is embrace that and thrive with it. All parties are optimistic it will allow me to focus on my strengths.
I'm speaking to occupational health on Tuesday and with luck go back the following week.
Back at home I went on a road trip with some friends yesterday. In glorious sunshine we supped ale in the garden of The Brocket Arms. Set deep in the woods it dates from the 14th century. So nice to be somewhere different.
On the culinary world there will be roast shoulder of lamb for lunch today. Going in the oven at 10.30 I aim to eat at 1.30.
Happy Sunday all.
I Heard a Voice.
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