You know those days when the murk seems to be all pervading. When distraction is easy and concentration on the task at hand impossible. This is one of them. Outside the skies are grey, inside my mind the mood is grey. And it's like that because someone I want to be around isn't and there's nought I can do about it.
Some time in the next week I know things will be clearer because there is a path being trodden here that one way or the other will clear away some of this all enveloping fugue I'm stuck in.
"Mother told me there's be days like this". She didnt actually but if she had said it I would know what she meant. I was supposed to see my Counsellor today but she rang and cancelled. Normally I stress about going because I don't know what will be revealed during the session. Today though, I needed to talk. Never mind, you readers will have to put up with some of my rantings.
May I ask anyone who reads this, and I know Paisley is a regular [and I thankyou for that], to maybe post a comment. I often wonder whether this is really an audience of one and if it really matters that it is only for one. The need to write is really something I do for me anyway but it would be good to know that other people do read.
Anyway, the grey day, has a while to go yet and maybe there will be a few more, but I do know it will pass. Eventually.