resolution

after the upheaval (and challenge) of last weekend / and so much change over the past few years / there is a strong argument for saying something like: what we have is far from perfect, but it's ok - it takes less energy to keep going / than it would to initiate yet more change ...

the sun is shining / the grass is long, and needs to be cut / my desk is piled high with stuff / and I'm weary ...

when to stop

Yet again, by the end of the working week, my overriding feeling is despair. I can't seem to get anything right. That's not entirely true - I do, occasionally succeed - but seldom.

For many reasons, I expect to be working, full-time, until I'm 65, possibly 66. If I don't, there will be serious financial consequences. But, day after day, I want, desperately, to be able to call it a day (or, at the very least, to reduce my hours).

Thankfully, I've made it through to another weekend / I can down tools / lay aside one set of challenges / and give some attention to another / until the pendulum swings back / and Monday beckons, again ...

appearances

life, nowadays, is too complicated / maybe that's just the view of an aging aspie ...

damaged

on the face of it, the week went well / and here we are again / the weekend / my throat still hurts (but the doctor looked at it on Monday, and said that it should be OK) / we have a fun outing planned for to-day / to see Pirates of Penzance at the Festival Theatre (Edinburgh) ...

I'm weary / hoping that to-day will be stress-free / and to-morrow ...