doesn’t feel quite right this year. Perhaps it feels other than the end of a year, although since I have just finished the assignment in the UK – that fits for year end. I will be heading off to something else.
Or maybe it is just my aching arms from immunisations yesterday that has me irritable, crabby and unwilling to get up and go to services.
In any case, this year feels different. There is too much undone, too much remaining to be accomplished in the next couple of weeks. This is not a time of year where I handle change well.
I want things to be stable, to be able to reflect on how my life has been and where I am going next. Not a time where I welcome uncertainty, exhaustion, or major tasks in the immediate future. It is not a time for endurance, unfamiliar places and lots of strangers.
Having said all of that – I will cope. George is good people and will make it through the next six-seven months. Ms Soprano and The Mole are off at University in the US (the one still in MD and the other just started at RIT). The Maus heads into her final year of school and decision time for next year’s studies. The Eldest is gradually expanding her photography business and has a good handle on what she wants to do with her life.
It seems that I am the main one in transition after all these years of getting to be the stable one, the rock. It is not a pleasant thought.
I think I am going to go back to sleep and see if I wake up later in a better mood.