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2017-08-23 12:42 am

So much to do...

Going on a holiday that I haven't planned is proving stressful. Not because I'm concerned about something being forgotten - Bob is doing an excellent job of organising everything - but I'm running out of time to get anything done.

Deadlines have shifted 10 days forward at work. My last two days have been immensely productive but I'm stressed to the eyeballs and I'm seriously on the verge of finding somewhere else to work. There's a fixed term vacancy in the Rights of Way team which I suspect will be infinitely less stressful and the pay is not much less than I'm on now. In fact, hour by hour, I suspect it's no different, as it's fewer hours. Plus, with the fixed term, I can start preparing to make the likely move across the water. Ashlea has applied for a job in my department though and, if she gets it, there's no way I'm leaving her to fend for herself in that place.

I'm exhausted but, at the same time, can't sleep. I've got to get my travel money tomorrow after work and then go and write Sunday's match report with Bob. Then, on Thursday, I need to get a haircut before making sure I'm fully packed, then double and triple check everything. I need to write to my nan, after her operation, phone Dad and a dozen other things that I can't even remember, but know are still outstanding.

I'm conscious of the fact that I'm going to have limited opportunity to speak to Meghann while I'm abroad (limited moreso than it already is, owing to the time difference and the fact that we're both so busy all the time). Part of me is glad that I miss her so much, when we don't get to speak a lot. It makes so many of my decisions in the future easier to make, knowing how much happier she makes me.

The world is moving too fast for me...