Under blue skies

Yesterday morning, I bought a return flight ticket for October. Of course, because of that, I went over budget (it’s not like I don’t have money at all, but I’ve set myself a spending limit for the week; I did’t want to go over it, so it bothers me a little that I have). Ah well, I’ll be grand. This morning I even added to the wallet slip-up with another €8.80 for two coffees and a croissant (I only noticed now, while writing about it a few hours later, that it probably wasn’t enough – I reckon the barista forgot to charge me for the croissant).

During the day I did my steps here and there. I walked to the other side of the river and to one of the retail parks on the outskirts of town, so I can say with certainty that it was a beautiful day: warm, sunny, not windy at all.

Below, the Étaín mural by Nina Valkhoff; a panorama of the town from the hill; and hawthorn berries already turned red.

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.