Summer solstice eve blues

I've been feeling weird and odd all day, no, all week.

It must be because it's the summer solstice tomorrow, but I've been a bit down. Not sad, but at a loose end and restless. Yes, that's it, I feel restless. Maybe after eight months of non-stop action and angst, my body and brain have just gotten used to having a new, insurmountable project to deal with each day. I hope this passes because I don't feel right.

In other news, I have bumped into not-the-Hollywood-actress-neighbour twice in three days. She is an actress, but used to be a fundraiser in London, studied international development and worked at an INGO. Her husband worked in the Credit Suisse building in Canary Wharf when I was based there and he's Indonesia/Australia so is obsessed with the Asian food around here. Shame they're moving to Brooklyn on Monday!

I also turned up for a meeting at 2.30pm about 45 minutes from my house only to find that it was actually at 1pm and that the two people I was meeting had long gone. What a pillock.

Roll on summer solstice plus one day...