I’m really not doing well these days, at all. I mean, psychologically.
I thought once Arthur and I got back from Portland, I’d get to settle into a routine and relax a little bit, not have to be “always on.”
But in fact the store, which I neglected all through January, is demanding more of my attention than I’m able to give to it, and so it remains neglected, and the un-done tasks pile up and stress me out. Further, specific very annoying bureaucratic/financial crises have popped up (I’d prefer not to go into detail right now, but it may even involve a financial loss for the store, and it’ll have been my fault, there’s no way to blame anyone else), and I’m out of my depth, and no idea what to even do. The waiting and more waiting is the hardest, when dealing with bureaucrats of all flavors.
I just want to collapse, or run away and join a monastery.
This tree was blowing in strong wind. Along with other trees. The air warmed up. A storm is coming – likely to rain on our snowy/icy road and make it worse, not better, for driving on.
