March 12th

It is indeed 12th March, and for the first time in months, I'm in Starbucks, writing, in my journal.  It's a day off from work, the beginning of a week off and I'm so looking forward to it. 

Tomorrow, I'm heading "down south" to stay with the lovely JR and to visit the rest of my collective friends down there.  I'm catching the early flight for the first time so my long weekend will be even longer this time, I should have landed by 10am and I can't wait.

This is my first break since Christmas and I realise now, how stressed I've become.  I've been pushed to my limits since November, like anyone, yeah, one problem at a time please but when they pile up or overlap or are just, incessant, raging tooth ache, eye problems, car problems... multiple, work, work, work problems and stress over stress over stress.

I woke at 4am yesterday, had breakfast, tidied around a bit, dawdled, drove slowly, got a coffee then got to work for 6.55.  Had a twenty minute break around 1ish and got home at 18.50.  As I left work, I told myself that I wasn't tired, it was just a long day, but after the hour long drive home, as I creaked out of the car, I had to concede that I was in fact, very tired.

I seriously need to sort myself out.  I can't live in this state of stressed out sleep deprivation.  I began my week off with a lie in... until 6.15am, then I had breakfast, jogged for 15 minutes, the first jog for months, (legs are thinking 15 hours but never mind, still proud.)

I don't think there will be much exercise on my weekend away but I'll repeat the jog when I'm home on Monday.  Today, after my coffee and a little food shop, it's home to tidy the kitchen and clean all of the skirting boards, I know... so exciting.  Then, I'll pack for tomorrow.