My brother's return home has stripped me of the motivation to do s**t! I impulsively booked a night on Tuesday at a B and B - only to find out that the woman who runs the B and B was away somewhere else. She promises to pay me back, but I have a friend to act on my behalf.
I either wake up around 3 or 4 am or stay in bed until about 9 or 10. (caused by Zopiclone)
I was supposed to work weekends at a PPE mask manufacturing role; only to get the runs and agreed with the agency to return the fob.
I may have to make new plans for my life. There is a plan for Social Farming, just to get a foot in the door.
On reflection, I miss the stability of having a father and mother growing up. There's a Nigerian proverb, "He who is carried has no idea how far the village is." I have to learn to fend for myself.