Mab of Dream

How the frig did it get to Thursday without me noticing? :-o :-o In fact how did it get to dinnertime Thursday without me noticing? It feels like a couple of hours, at most, since I got here just before half 8, but it's really been four hours. And this is a slow day!

I have literally hundreds of unread e-mails at home; I haven't written the 1000 words on Wicca that Phoenix wanted; nor have I scanned in the art and photos for Kate. I wanted to get the remaining chapters of 'Priestess' typed up before Glastonbury, but it looks very unlikely now. Roxanne is (in theory) sending me 'head's up' and task lists from Witchgrove, on what I'm needed to do, but I haven't seen one yet. I'm assuming that either a) all's quiet on the witchy front; or b) Roxanne is not prepared to contribute to me being a workaholic, when I'm this exhausted and she's got the power to slow me down a bit.

Two big things have happened in Pagandom:

1, Junior Witchgrove and the corresponding Mods group have both been created. Jamie is going to be the Queen of the former and she is currently in there, decorating and moving furniture around; Roxanne, Georgia and I are installed in the Mods group, acting as advisors and safety net. There's been no official announcements yet, but that's mainly because we still haven't got it settled on how we're going to play it. When it comes, it'll come from Jamie.

2, The Wolverhampton Moot are getting organized! *happy dance* When the call went out for volunteers for the 'sweat and blood' side of things, my arm was twitching and I really wanted to say yes. But I'm exhausted as it is. I'd seriously have to drop something big to fit it in and the only thing big enough to drop is Witchgrove. Instead I volunteered to do the research/donkey work etc, along with the ENTIRE REST OF THE MOOT! (Except the five who are on the front line) I love watching people getting organized to make a difference. I felt really proud of us.

One biggie in my life:

FT Kate and I went to see the legal medical assessor doctor bloke yesterday, at a massive mansion in Harbourne. He was a lovely bloke and the house was stunning. He did all the checks on me and afterwards allowed me to ask questions too, which he didn't need to do, but which went a long way to putting my mind at rest. I hadn't sussed just how badly I'd been intellectually and emotionally affected by the crash. I just thought I was being a whinging git. But it all fell into place as he explained what the crash had done to my brain.

Good news - give it 4 or 6 months from now and I should be completely recovered. :-D

yours
Mab
xxxxx