While some people stick to the belief that Friday 13th is a bad day, I have to say that it’s been the best day I’ve had in a while.
First of all, I attained my running goal of two miles. It’s taken me a few weeks to get there. I know that’s small potatoes for marathon runners, but I’ve just turned 47 and haven’t seriously run in about eight years, so I’m happy.
Secondly, I been given a lead on a possible room-mate for Becky! Yeeoww. This has had me anxiety ridden of late. No-one, such as treatment centres, will let me pin ads up, and community agencies have been no help at all. I was pretty angry for a while, as they were the reason I was in this position. What do you do to look for a room-mate for someone who is so vulnerable? Why give us the funding if they knew we wouldn’t be able to find overnight support? Did no-one want to stay with Becky? Was she that terrible to live with? I thought I was going to be stuck in the condo forever.
I now have the name of a person who knows the situation and is interested in living here. Yippeeee! I know they probably won’t work out (although I sincerely hope they do) but someone is interested, and if there’s one, there’s two.
Thirdly, I’ve had a quiet afternoon without answering frantic phone calls or dealing with urgent paperwork. I actually got to sit down and read; a book. Ahhhhh. Bliss.
That’s my day. How was yours?