Three, one, two, one – this week’s numbers game

this being my current working pattern for term time. Three days on, one day off, two days on, one day off. (One of the days is not in an educational establishment!)

Then there are the three different getting up times – 5.15 a.m. for the three days, and 7.00 a.m for the two days. (8.00 a.m for the second if I don’t mind a bit of a rush!) I’d quite like a lie on on the other days, but my body doesn’t seem able to manage it!

But, joy of joys, after tomorrow morning, I don’t have to be up before 7.00 a.m for 9 whole days!!

I don’t think I’m going anywhere tomorrow

For since returning home early from work this afternoon, about five hours ago, there has been a steady falling of that white stuff from the sky, a sky that looks set to continue to produce the white stuff, my footprints in the snow on the path outside my front door have vanished, and it has gone ominously quiet outside, apart from the occasional car having trouble on what is normally a busy little road – it being one that runs parallel to a major route out of this city, and used by those who think it’s a good alternative route.

Ominously, I also am beginning to ache all over, and have the beginnings of a sore throat.

So, I am decreeing an early night, after a hot bath and medicinal hot drink, and will be breaking my rule of having the computer in the bedroom, so I can check various websites before getting up. But, I somehow don’t think I will need to set out

A series of mishaps..

have caused me much anguish this week, but after a day flitting from department to department, and leaving a letter for the person who’s collecting the post that comes here for church and the usual occupant of the house with all possible names for me, so official post for me would not be returned to my place of work, (which earned me a reprimand for not giving them my correct address – one that was retracted as soon as I explained what had happened and assured them they did indeed have my correct address. You had to be there to get the full effect of the horrified and sympathetic looks as the tales of woe unfolded… it did mean they were very amenable to sorting their earlier errors which added to the series of mishaps!) or indeed any other post going astray, which I had blamed on other circumstances.

My day was not improved by the inter-campus shuttle bus having a new driver, working on a schedule which was not the printed one. Which left me stranded for an hour and a half, and meant I gave up on getting to small campus, as I was already later than intended owing to the other mishaps being sorted.

Then, there was the Sunday Musician’s Rota. I wasn’t going to fight that one – I knew I was playing, I wasn’t late, I knew what the rota said, but there’s a long, long, long standing problem with a particular musician and when there was accusatory “But, I was always going to be here for this service, I don’t know how you thought you were playing.” Well, I’m not in the mood for sorting it when I’m not going to be around for more than two or three more weeks. So, I left to go home…which had upset one or two people. Apparently, I should have stayed.

I think I need a holiday….

It’s been a long, long week

One of those weeks where nothing happened on the usual day.

This last six or seven weeks have been incredibly educational. It’s confirmed the fact that I am not an early morning person, and forcing myself to be so is not being at all good for me. I’ve reached this point feeling exhausted, run down, and wanting to do little but sleep. This is as tired as I was by Christmas this time last year! Mind you, I didn’t shove in a couple of house moves, and a complete change of life this time last year….It’s also confirmed I am not a person who works well in a large institution, and that it’s also not good for my equilibrium. Still, the coming week is a lot more relaxed, and I even harbour hopes of getting a couple of late mornings and maybe some early nights.

I’m also aware that I’m extra tired because I’m doing a mixture of work that is very new and demanding, and work that I’ve done before, but am relearning things I’d forgotten and there are also new routines with it, that I’m working in three different jobs, that I’m living somewhere temporarily and am having to think constantly about so many different things that I used to do automatically. It’s also that I’m getting desperate to get my own space, and my boxes unpacked and sorted – which I’m delaying doing until I’ve moved again, as Plan A, to do them here, got thwarted by the speed at which I got busy.

Yesterday was an exceptionally long day, but well worth it. I was delighted the coach arrived slightly early, thus enabling me to catch a bus home with only a two minute wait, rather than the half hour wait I was expecting. Even if I got a fright, as I’d forgotten the route changed slightly on Fridays and Saturdays after 9.00 p.m. and I thought we were going the wrong way, or I was on the wrong bus, going to my previous address in this city. (I am amazed I’ve not done that yet!) A group of us had gathered for a memorial service of a incredibly memorable woman, who had impacted on all our lives in so many ways! I’d been detailed to provide the music. So, before the service, I did a clarinet medley of hymns and songs specific to the group I belonged to along (with a good third of the congregation,) which had been founded by the woman we were gathering to remember, and then played the organ for the rest of the service.

Still, tonight I might even get an extra hour’s sleep!!