I wasn't feeling negative last night per se - more a case of being flat and rather empty. Tired. Very tired. I had to drag myself to work today and actually started to feel more comfortable and alive once I was there. We were busy, and I met some lovely people and some scary ones too!
Before I realised I was covering at work, I'd arranged to meet L for lunch. I was able to keep the arrangement and we had a super hour together. It's so nice to be held in such affection and trust by someone that it born out of being colleagues - or former colleagues as we are now. Plus we had egg and chips for lunch so that's the icing on the cake.
H is working away and I'm home alone for four days, with three of those at home. I've been thinking perhaps I should move. A flat has become available at work and it would mean I lived in the place I work and promote. Looked online and it's £1000 pcm for one bed, no parking and no garden or outside space. How did rents for flats get so high? My flat in 2009 was £600 pcm and had two beds and allocated parking. It's criminal.
Anyway it was a passing idea and I'm very well suited where I am, but had thought perhaps that was something to stimulate me. Nope.