Taken from a note i typed on my phone a few weeks ago
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I'm tired.
The digital clock at the front of the bus clicks to "18:46"
I'm the type of tired where my eyes feel two sizes too big for the sockets that house them. I really have no reason to be and I'm hoping the coffee informing of me will kick start me. The bus is the 17:30 Inverness to Glasgow, I'm returning home after a week in the black isle. I would like to say it was a happy visit but it was to attend the funeral of Sara's great aunt. I would also like to say that now we are heading home the grey clouds are behind us but that's not the case. I return to my nephew who is 18 and been diagnosed with lymphoma. It's not got to his bones which as strange as it seems is a modicum of good news.
Big gulp.
Of late there seems to be an endless procession of bad news ranging from the family to financial.
And there is no rest for the wicked. Chances are I'm going straight from the bus to help out with a sign for a shop opening tomorrow. I can see it far enough but i need to recoup some of the money that I lost last week. I don't grudge it as there is nowhere I would rather have been and it's been a good few days even though they where tinged with sadness. It's possibly why I am suddenly so tired, I've let the mask slip.
Another big gulp.
18:59 I have just under 2 hours to go of the journey. I should be thankful Its the gold service, food an drink provided. If it was megabus this trip would feel twice as long
Big gulp
Last gulp.
I'm coming for you Glasgow. I'm coming for you and all the crap you have waiting for me. You might beat me but guarantee you'll loose an eye in the fight.
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I'm tired.
The digital clock at the front of the bus clicks to "18:46"
I'm the type of tired where my eyes feel two sizes too big for the sockets that house them. I really have no reason to be and I'm hoping the coffee informing of me will kick start me. The bus is the 17:30 Inverness to Glasgow, I'm returning home after a week in the black isle. I would like to say it was a happy visit but it was to attend the funeral of Sara's great aunt. I would also like to say that now we are heading home the grey clouds are behind us but that's not the case. I return to my nephew who is 18 and been diagnosed with lymphoma. It's not got to his bones which as strange as it seems is a modicum of good news.
Big gulp.
Of late there seems to be an endless procession of bad news ranging from the family to financial.
And there is no rest for the wicked. Chances are I'm going straight from the bus to help out with a sign for a shop opening tomorrow. I can see it far enough but i need to recoup some of the money that I lost last week. I don't grudge it as there is nowhere I would rather have been and it's been a good few days even though they where tinged with sadness. It's possibly why I am suddenly so tired, I've let the mask slip.
Another big gulp.
18:59 I have just under 2 hours to go of the journey. I should be thankful Its the gold service, food an drink provided. If it was megabus this trip would feel twice as long
Big gulp
Last gulp.
I'm coming for you Glasgow. I'm coming for you and all the crap you have waiting for me. You might beat me but guarantee you'll loose an eye in the fight.