Monday I went along to pizza again, and it was lovely to talk to Martin. Post-pizza was surprisingly small, and in my case surprisingly sober, since I was drinking Irn Bru not port. Though I did introduce people to the Berwick-upon-Tweed. We played Apples to Apples, and collapsed in giggles at the idea of not only JFK's assassination but also Pearl Harbor being considered "casual". It was a pleasant gathering anyway. Would have been nice if rjk came along though.
Today it is almost very tempting to go to the Calling, but I really think I need a quiet night in, and so does rjk. Wednesday I'm popping down to visit Kitty for the day. Should be nice to catch up since we haven't really talked in a while. Thursday I'm taking rjk out to dinner after Karate, which I expect to be nice. And at the weekend my parents are coming down. They've got a cottage booked in Norfolk for a week from Saturday, though in fact we'll probably not be using it for the last few days, since it's the folk festival. Which I'm looking forward to.
And after that I might be going back to work. Which is pretty scary really. I've definitely had a few rather obvious anxiety dreams about it over the last couple of months. Though not so much lately. Last night I seemed to be having an odd dream which keeps recurring, which seems to be about moving out of a college room, and lots of packing. It was an odd variant on it though, since most of it seemed to be based on a landing outside the corridor, since they wouldn't let me in without ID and I couldn't find the ID card, and I ended up going through bags and suitcases trying to find it. And a particularly enormous heap of shoes were uncovered in the process. All very strange.
I slept in too long today really, but maybe I can get some useful things done this afternoon.
And yes, for the avoidance of doubt, I seem to be going out with Mike, which is a very very good thing indeed, but I'm not going to go on about it because it would be unfair and hurt people.