Q: Why is Maeve not getting anything done today?
A: She is:
4. All of the above.
Nervous: Have not yet heard back on job counter-offer. Feel like I am existing in a state of suspension between two other distinct states, like the liquified caterpillar in a butterfly chrysalis. I’m just goop. I’d like to know, thankyouverymuch Universe, if I am to remain a caterpillar for a while yet or do the butterfly thing. Being undifferentiated goop is a bit tiring.
Distracted: The Trader’s Ex was informed about me on Friday. I met the Trader-Tot on Saturday. Trader-Tot met PP and they played well together. Now we can figure out where we want to go. Which is a bit like being Alice in the hall of doors: so many doors, so many of them too big or too small right now, should I eat the cake or drink the cordial? I didn’t leave the key on the glass table, did I?
Sick: I have a cold. Allergies are driving me bonkers. I want to bury myself in my duvet and sleep for a week, except that I’m too wired from 1 and 2 to be able to sleep, and too congested from 3 to be able to breathe.
It’s a very curious feeling, having a couple of big things lurch forward at the same time but not in any definitive way. I am butterfly goop in a hall of doors. With a cold.