Tomorrow will not be a good day for me. Tomorrow is my mother's birthday, and I am finding that I am missing her massively this week, and Friday will only excaberate that.
I haven't been in the mood for this week. I haven't had the desire to face it head on. I have deflected it, blunted its assault with sleight of hand. It is not enough. It will not be enough tomorrow.
Mum died over four years ago (or is five?) and it has taken far longer to come to terms with her passing. There are days when I miss her, and days when I miss her keenly.
This, amongst other things. This is not a good week for me.