back in harness

At work as if I’d never left and the unbelievable rain is hammering unrelentingly on the roof. So much to do. Strangely, this does not faze me. I’m on top of it all. The house is clean. The kid is organised and back at nursery. I’m so grateful the finally be back into the routine of days, just flitting by in their allotted order. There’s nothing I find more tiring that interruptions to this, which technically makes me a paranoic controlling, sphincter-squeaking freak, but hey, it takes all sorts to make a world. If I know where everything is, I know where everything is, hark ye.