My account

I don't like thinking about money. I like having it and using it, but not thinking about it. I'm paid weekly; since I'm paying off a loan and putting a bit aside, what's left in the current account isn't exactly impressive. I have to check my balance regularly, which makes me think about money, and I hate that, so in the end I'm less content—that's the train of thought I shared yesterday with my husband during our usual Messenger chat, me in the wee house on the coast, him staying at the friends' house and trying to ignore the Dog going mad in the background. 

So. Maybe that's one of the possible reasons, why I've been a bit anxious lately. A bit. Or husband's health news. Or a new position. Or a new position and the start of a new school year. Or Little Mary peeing wherever she wishes to pee at the moment. Or Little Mary being a bit unwell lately. Or my parents getting older, somehow smaller. Or my birthday in October. Yeah. A bit anxious I am.