Outside the imaginary Funeral…
Okay a month or so on; I’m still coming to grips with things.
I’ve got a long drive to work now, like REALLY long. Some days I drift down curved roads with tree-lined ditches and mosquito clouded villages to pass through. Other days I take the established roads, they take about the same amount of time and have their own pitfalls and problems. From end to end it’s about 96 kilometers and starts and finishes on a high-speed highway.
I’m officially doing the same thing I’ve always done, but unofficially I’m not as busy as I was, which is a blessing and curse, did you know that when you are really busy all the time it’s hard to stop being busy? I had no idea.
Also stress, stress is an odd beast. I’m still coming to grips with it, but at least I’m sleeping, right?