So the morning after the night before. Sleep was got eventually a welcome relief from the light coming through the curtains. Halifax parkrun for another day of volunteering and watching people achieve their dreams and do more than they thought they could. Home and the wait begins for a parcel to arrive. Waiting can be so tiring. Back to doing my Masters. Need to get back into it or I risk losing more time, time I haven’t got to lose. It goes well. Finish analysing my first interview only two more to transcribe and analyse now but I can do it. No more thinking about it just do it. Parcel comes and it’s a miracle, everything fits and is good. Down to Tesco’s and put the lottery on, buy some stuff and forget to take a carrier bag down with me yet again. TV is crap tonight, that bad I watched F1 qualifying while wondering what to do tonight. Watch X-Factor or read some poetry or a short story. I know what most people would say!
The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner