The skies looked thunderous when I went out earlier to collect my medication. Angry, threatening clouds but no biblical showers.
On a working day I'm finding it hard to get going with anything. In truth today there's not much to be done. When I woke up I felt a sense of apathy and indifference. Odd given that Friday was good. Glimmers of hope and possible dissipation of darkness. That that darkness had descended more than 18 months ago was purely due to vindictive, manipulative and aggressive behaviour by one person obsessed with power.
No one who knew me before changing jobs could understand why my skills were not embraced but threatened. Sanction may be about to lift and what I bring praised, adopted and heralded. It has been a long and tough road.
My long weekend with Marie did not go entirely to plan. Poor weather and her being unwell dented our Saturday. Fortunately she felt much better on Sunday and we had lovely roast beef at The White Horse in Welwyn.
Tomorrow brings therapy and next week brings me to see my psychiatrist. Been a while as my appointment was rescheduled as I was in Kent for dad's birthday.
The Varsity Bowl is coming on Saturday so plan to go to Cambridge, meet Jayne for the game, a couple of pints in The Granta then dinner at Sala Thong.
Have a good week all.
I Heard a Voice.
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