There is no good reason for the level of anxiety I feel right now. Except that there is. I sent a clear, concise cease & desist letter to my Albany contact this afternoon, before going for a walk around Packanack Lake, and I've been jumpy ever since that I will once again not be heard. I'm having a Pavlovian reaction to the email sound my computers make, and have pretty much shut off all my tech, other than this last browser. Clearly, as I've said, this situation is pushing my buttons.
The rest of the day was mostly meh, mostly alone. I did have a long phone chat with BA, and Packanack was lovely, as you can see, and Bug and I (mostly Bug) put the finishing touches on the monthly kirtan newsletter. And The Muse did text that we are on for an evening together tomorrow. So maybe it wasn't all that meh. But anxiety can even make the loveliest things lose a bit of their colour. And so, to bed, in the hopes that some of that colour will return tomorow. Good night.
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