Snow on and snow forth

Sara told me about a decent loop around the villages of Trumpington, Harston and Shelford, immediately to the south of Cambridge. After a morning of reading and drinking coffee, off we trotted. It snowed around thirty minutes after this barn picture. Highly strange.

Also highly strange and unpredictable is my mood. In the evening I had somewhat of a paralysed few hours worrying about the week ahead. Being nervous of big work events is nothing new for most of us, I imagine. This was more of an anxious feeling of impending pressure that I haven’t felt in this way before. The week shouldn’t be any more intense than my usual, and my reaction is a sure sign of this limbo and uncertainty dragging on for far too long.