My poem won a prize!!…

I am still feeling a bit lethargic, which isn’t surprising. I went to bed at 8pm last night as I was fighting off sleep. I woke at 5.30ish and then slept again for a couple of hours. I am feeling the heaviness in my chest now. To think I should have done something on Saturday is a learning curve. There is no use in crying over spilt milk. (I would never say that to someone else, it is too blunt, I would say it more gently.)

I am supposed to go to a poetry reading tonight. I will have to see how I feel. I hope I will go, as I love to go out in the evening.

I just got an email to say that my poem Who I Am will be published by Hedgehog Press next year along with nine others. This is really thrilling. I am always thrilled to appear in anthologies, but one with only ten poems is really special. It has really cheered me up while I am feeling unwell.

I have to go to a medical tomorrow. A friend was going to take me, but has let me down, another friend is unavailable, so I will have to take a bus. I have angst over this, like I used to get angst when in an airport. I always had a dread that I would miss my plane.