Friday the thirteenth

Kind of odd to have two consecutive Friday the 13ths. Last month on Friday 13th my poor little car took a hit as I was giving way to traffic. The other driver wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see that I had stopped. A bit of damage to the rear of my car, getting fixed next week – don’t have to pay a cent but will be without a car for four days.

Yesterday another Friday the 13th passed, this time without incident. The days in between have been a little stressful, outside a brief interlude up in Bundaberg. Jo and I went up by train and stayed at Lime Cottage, a restful spot surrounded by cane farms and a few minutes from Burnett Heads. We did a bit of sight seeing, took a river cruise, and spent a lot of time reading and listening to music.

Was glad to see H. again when we got home but the house was a mess and back at work I was running around trying to organise money for the next payroll, so it wasn’t long before all the relaxation from Lime Cottage had worn off.

A bit over things at work right now, fed up. I seem to get nowhere despite all the hours I put in, losing confidence in myself, having to fight off waves of paranoia. I spend a lot of the day feeling angry and stresssed, it’s not good. I need to refocus, and make time for myself. Not let work absorb it all.