I'm in stasis; limbo; purgatory.
We've got a new guy at work, doing two days a week. He's there because I'm leaving, apparently. I'm not looking for work, because I'm trying to write a book, but I'm not writing a book because my muse has buggered off, so I'm keeping my head down hoping that Everything Will All Work Out In The End™.
Nothing's changed. But I am off to Barcelona on Friday for a huge stag (number IV by my reckoning) - one that I've arranged as oxymoronic Best Man.
I am a little stressed, and I have no reason to be...
which is also making me stressed.