It's been a strange week.
This time last week I had just finished my last day of work at the uni library. I had worked four days a week for seven weeks.
It was a great experience. A foot in the door. A fabulous opportunity.
And I actually enjoyed the work. It provided me with just the right amount of challenge. The hours were great. The people were nice. No down side.
And yet, when it finished I was looking forward to having more free time. To blogging more. To getting back into my much neglected Twitter account. To reading. Pottering about the house.
You get the drift.
Somehow, it just hasn't lived up to what I was expecting.
I've been grumpy. I haven't felt like I've achieved anything even though I've been racing around like a blue-tailed fly. What's with that?
I obviously haven't transitioned very smoothly back into my "normal" routine.
As I write I am enjoying a glass of "chardy" and planning to hop into a lovely deep hot bath. With a book.
Wish me luck in finding my mojo.