A blur of terribly official things just now. Assuming I will not be in employment as of 1st October, bits of paper are being gathered for the DWP, so SSP 1, sick lines and payslips are being got out, papers for the Sons of the Clergy and bits and bobs for Housing Benefit sought. Also making sure the bank account is braced for the drop in income. Funnily enough, the old brain is functioning quite crisply, which is an improvement. No panic or anxiety just a sense of doing what needs to be done. Good turn of events. I do not feel I will be overwhelmed.
And there are some supportive notes appearing from people too. One from my friendly local Monsignor, another from nice nuns. These little things do make a difference.
One or two bits of not so good news: Ruby Foster (ex-Christ Church and Cursillo) has died suddenly and that is a bit of a downer. I hope to go to the funeral, but it will be in Falkirk and it would feel very odd to be there, in office but doing nothing. Also all the questions and queries. I actually wonder if I ought to go, given that it might distract from the family and their needs. Also, Mum's old work mate's husband has died and she is finding it rather upsetting trying to be there for Jean but it's very close to Dad's anniversary, so...
Prayers I think all round.