The 10th of February.
Woke up at 6. Let’s be honest, I’m probably not going to have a good sleep until maybe Tuesday night at the earliest? My mind might not be feeling nervous but my body obviously is. I know this because this morning we were talking about nothing in particular yet I nearly burst into tears. Clearly I am not as relaxed as I think I am.
Progress on the photo library bollocks is minimal. It has taken almost the entire day for it to repair, then I tried to be clever to sort them more efficiently but that backfired, so I’ve left it doing something the very slow and tedious way. Be back to it tomorrow.
I have, however, planned what I’m going to say. I’ve decided to keep it short, because nobody wants to hear me wang on for ages and get emotional. After that, I crocheted the monster scarf and watched The Blacklist. Now rugby, dinner, bed.
The 11th of February.
We have sold out.
I couldn’t belive my eyes when I saw the email this morning. I would have screamed, but I was in the bathroom and didn’t want to cause concern. I settled for not being able to stop smiling for a good hour. Unbelievable.
It’s been rather a calm day, to contrast the hectic stress-fest that will be tomorrow. I finally set the computer to do its photo exporting task and have been checking it periodically. I think it will be done by bedtime.
I tried on a dress I’m taking with me in case the thing with Jen falls through, just to check it still fitted, and got out everything I can pack before the morning. Got a list for before we go out. Convinced I will forget something crucial.
I finished the giant chunky scarf, and it will certainly keep me warm when I require it. It’s really heavy! Then I watched some more of The Blacklist, just trying not to think about everything. I don’t think I’ll sleep much tonight.