Monday 1st June 2020

My list of lockdown projects hasn’t got much shorter.  My garden still looks like a blitzkrieg by nature.  I still have a table set up with loads of gaming miniatures for Shadows of Brimstone I need to finish gluing.  My TBR pile isn’t getting any smaller.  I’ve still not made enough money in Warcraft.  I have writing projects I want to complete, new ones I want to start.

Yet it feels like in all aspects of my life this week I’m waiting on people.  I’ve tried to justify it to myself that this week will be a week of being patient, and likely next week or the week afterwards could be quite busy and I should just enjoy the peace and quiet ahead of that.

But still…

Perhaps the news has left me feeling unsettled.  2020 certainly seems like a dark year. It feels like a bingo card of dystopia.   I try and make light of it for my own sanity, but it’s hard to watch the news and not feel disgusted.

Now would be a fantastic time to start something new… but I daren’t given that next week I might hear back about a number of things and then be busy on those.

Even with The Climb, I’m struggling to find something I can write about.

So if I could sum everything up in one word, it would be restless.

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