Lost Track of which Week it is/Watching Strange Movie before more Work
So here we are again. My to-do list is giving my mind a slow and painful meltdown, I have, however, gotten up and gotten dressed and gotten on with most of it. I don't feel like I have weekends, just week-catch ups. I had hoped for a period of quiet stability for a while to collect myself after various dramatic events, but my life is rarely quiet and rarely simple. I am thrown into once again re-planning my life and my career, and apparently trying to figure out my identity, but I think that one is likely to be connected to Brexit. Apart from suggesting on Twitter that we go in search of Arthur, the Once and Future King, I don't have any bright ideas on Brexit. Perhaps it is very British of me to avoid politics, or maybe I just don't want to be dragged into an angry debate. That said no one I have met, whether I agreed with them on Brexit or not, has ever really kicked off so to speak. I think now it is not knowing what the final outcome will be which is the hardest part...