Bodysnatched?

Been a very strange week, all told. My life gets so weird that I sometimes think I’ve been replaced by an alien and I’m the only person who hasn’t been told. Conversations seem very hard to participate in and everyone else around me seems to be following a guidance manual that I simply haven’t been given. At times like these, I thank God I have Philippa. She may not understand me or have a clue what goes on in my head, but she puts up with it and with me, even when I’m tired and irritable and floating around directionless like a confused cloud.

I seem to have been able to keep on top of my work duties, although I honestly can’t remember anything I’ve done in the past five days or so. Days drift by without consequence, and evenings are spent watching my child gurgle and grasp, then concentrating on a film to stop myself thinking too much, or too little. Since the weekend I’ve watched ‘The Last Witch-hunter’ and ‘The Nice Guys’ and bizarrely I can recall more about both plots than I can about the 45 hours or so I’ve spent working on stuff for my employers. Strange how the mind can latch onto necessary distractions when it’s overwhelmed by the reality of what it’s trying to sort through. Tonight I may watch ‘Furious 7’ or I might just have an early night.

If I’ve got to the stage where I’m seriously considering ‘Furious 7’ as an option then maybe it’s time to get help…

RC 30-7-19