Change

Change is weird.

It messes with your head in ways you don't expect. You get tired and can't work out why. You react in strange ways. Small extra changes throw you, so that you wind up depressed or anxious or listening to jazz.

There is rather a lot of change for us at the moment. There is also a very full schedule of goodbyes and packing and paperwork. The combination isn't too good, and I'm looking forward to getting on the plane in a little over two weeks and not having to do anything. I'm sure I'll be over it in after the first four hours, but the initial luxury of not needing to sort something out is attractive.

Tiny's arrival in about 16 weeks is the subject of even greater change, which while anticipated and joyous and so forth, is also substantial. I expect we'll just walk around like zombies for the next year till we get through it all. But we do the zombie walk really well, so everything will be fine!