I was going to have an early night tonight, because I was tired today and got a bit stressed out over the unending, self-procreating work e-mails, and started thinking 'when the hell am I going to do my OU reading?' because my brain said "Enough!" at 5pm.
Mr H. called me from Cheshire, he is down/up there on some work trip and was feeling down; so we had a rant about things to each other, and then his mum phoned me to find out how yesterday went, which was nice but by this time I was feeling rather emotional.
So much for an early night, I ended up reading my book for an hour as usual; and when I tried to go to sleep at 11.00 I started thinking about everything, and Mr H. being away, and I got hit by the horrible blues I have for the first 2 or 3 days after he's gone, and suddenly the dark seemed so lonely....
So I switched the light on, got the computer out, read my blog comments and then looked up trains from Ayr to Brockenhurst, because we had discussed the alternatives to him driving home. There is a return trip that is only £55.00 rather than £140.... BUT you have to spend from midnight until 5.50am in Glasgow station.... hmmm!! Not somewhere I'd like to think of my husband hanging out for 6 hours in the wee small hours, to put it mildly. Especially as he only lives an hour from Glasgow... so how about just catching the 5.50am from Glasgow then - what a surprise, the price goes back up to £140! I don't think the risk of being mugged is worth £85, personally.
Now here I am at 01.05am, wanting a cup of tea and knowing I am going to feel so shit in the morning.... not to mention blotchy.
I will try thinking positive thoughts about how I am going to walk to the post box tomorrow for the first time.... but first that cup of tea.