Six day weeks.

Saturday afternoon, lying on the sofa chilling. The last two days at work were spent on through hole boards. I was singing along to some songs that my musical compadre and I decided to cover. I must have soldered thousands of connections again. I’d like to do this most days if I could. As usual my musical compadre joined me for happy hour. We jammed for a while beforehand. About time after all this talk about music.

He left before I joined zoom. I spent a few hours with my friends then went to bed. It’s was half four by then. Up at half twelve, I’ve done some chores. The usual never ending washing and washing up and paying bills etc. I did a lot yesterday so I’ve not much to do for once. Finally, some time to relax.

It’s warm and sunny outside I but I’m more interested in lying here on the sofa with my feet up. I have work tomorrow at the vaccination centre. A 12 hour shift. Fortunately, I have been given a full shift every Sunday right through to the end of may. Much as I need the extra income, it does mean six day weeks for the foreseeable future. Given that I’m usually up stupidly late Friday nights, I only get half of Saturday off. Self inflicted of course, but I get far more out of staying up with my friends than I would pottering around the house on a Saturday morning. Let’s see how long it takes to get bored with so little time off…

I’ve been a bit triggery of late. Some of the songs my musical compadre suggested we cover were particularly poignant. I shed some tears while learning them. Despite them being emotionally charged songs, I should be able to do them justice as I’ll have a lot of passion to put into singing them. Early days, so let’s see where it takes us, if anywhere. We’ve been banging on about doing something for years and never got round to it. At least we jammed together this time.

As I’m now getting the extra weekly pay from the vaccination work, I decided to treat myself to a pack of dye and a four pack of Hobgoblin Gold. It’s been ages since I purchased either. I’ve been very good on the drink front for some time. I only had two all night. I hadn’t dyed my hair for weeks. It’s amazing how much it fades in that time despite being permanent dye. I’m now deep purple again. The colour surprised me again. I forgot how much I love it. I wasn’t going to do my nails last night but changed my mind. I had just enough left for both hands. I didn’t do too bad a job this time, considering.

As I type, I’m feeling a little tired again. My Princeling has popped out for a bit so why not? It’s my only time to truly relax so why shouldn’t I? Not a hoodie nap as such because I’m not hugely depressed at the moment. A bit emotionally numb, if anything. I have the background feeling that if I went to the ham shops for instance, I’d be triggered a lot. Just thinking about it does a little. I’ve noticed that the last few times I’ve gone there, it’s been quite difficult, getting flashbacks to the first time I went there after My Lady passed away. Flashbacks to the thousands of times we went shopping there. Superdrug being gone makes it worse. We went in there almost every time.

It’s got me rethinking about how long, or even if at all, I want to stay in Roundabout city. I don’t want to leave this house though. Over the last two years, I’ve kind of made it my own, despite various bits that are still exactly how My Lady left them over two years ago.

But where would I go even if I wanted to leave enough that I actually do it? There’s still the pipe dream of moving to California to be near Miss Catharsis, among others, but it’s exactly that. A pipe dream. I could probably spend a few months in the States if I had the spare time and money. Every one of my Headcase friends has said they would put me up if I went there. That’s all the way from Montreal, to New York and then zig zagging across the entire United States, ending up in California. There no way I’ll ever be able to afford to do that without some sort of windfall. Unless I could work my way across the country, but that would be risky at best. There would be no point in getting a return flight as I’d have no idea how long I’d be staying and if I ran out of money…How would I get home? If indeed I wanted to come home at all. I highly doubt I would want to though. Once I start travelling, I know I’ll become addicted to it again.

As for relocating in the UK? My Lady and I always planned to move to Wiltshire later in life and when I think about moving, my mind always looks towards there. It was our plan to end up living there from the beginning, pretty much. It’s a beautiful county. One of the most ancient landscapes for hundreds of miles. Stone henge, wood henge, Avebury stones, Kennet long narrow and many more besides. I proposed to My Lady at Avebury. The place means so much to us that she even said in her will that she wanted her ashes buried there. Buried… As if I’d be allowed to bury her there. I’ll give it a bloody good try though. It’ll have to be bit by bit though, as macabre as that sounds. I’d get arrested for trying to bury all of her ashes there in one go. I’ll have to be sneaky. What a weird scenario.

So that’s been my week. As I say, it flew by. Work days have been too. Well, a long day tomorrow so I’ll stop here and have a rest.

Stay safe friends…