I’m going to scream today, and I don’t know what my problem is.
I have a list of mostly interesting work to do, even cleaning up badly translated opera singers’ biographies is not bad for a Monday.
I’m struggling with my mum, who won’t listen to me and I feel guilty for living on an island thousands of miles away even though I would feel equally helpless and frustrated if I lived nearby. I am irritated that the spring coat I ordered online was held up for mysterious reasons and despite apologies and promises to keep an eye on it, it still is sitting somewhere with some random status listed when I check online. I am beyond sick of my winter coats, and feeling frumpy and fat.
I want to go eat the nice lunch I made (salmon fillet, brown rice, peas, leeks and spring greens with a bit of lemon juice, since you asked) and read my book, and then have a nice nap with the sun on my bed and a warm, soft Gusdog to curl up with.
That nice plan doesn’t include dealing with badly translated biographies, you’ll notice.