Not the most exciting place to have a tea, yet it was on offer so it’d be rude to say no.
Half the people are asleep, some on their phones and the others, well they’re just staring in to the void.
I find myself thinking about all that has gone on this week and the troublesome times that lay ahead. While my foresight gives me some idea of how things can play out, to which I’m rarely wrong, unfortunately. I do wish for another outcome from the one I can coming too, even with all the variations and permutations I consider, in the end, like Odin, I’m doomed.
I suppose we could all do well to acknowledge our own personal Ragnarök that awaits us, although I hoped mine wouldn’t find me as fast as it has.
Ever the struggler, forwards is the only option.
Wish me luck.