You know that feeling you get after you’ve run a marathon? Exhausted, drained, sore muscled, relieved, proud, empty… Well, that’s how I feel tonight, except I didn’t run a marathon. I didn’t even run up to Lidl.
I thought days like today were behind me but apparently not. Maybe it’s because of the Rape Crisis Centre sessions – get worse before I get better blah blah. But I can’t take many days like that. I hope I won’t have to.
Anyway, the day is done. Thank fuck.
I have spare PJs at the ready for the multiple SaltScrub induced nightwear changes and a range of geeky podcasts lined up for nightmare distraction.