What a difference a day makes. 24 little hours.....
I felt a lot better by the end of the day. Slept in a bit, then had a read of the on-line information that the OU had sent me for my new course. This was a revelation. Lots of complex information layered up in links on a computer screen. Initially bewildering, but it began to resolve itself fairly quickly. I did have a bit of a panic at the hour mark, but after a cup of tea, I found the page with a neat timetable saying what to do in which week. Instant reassurance. I can usually follow instructions, even at my worst. Therefore, I think I can probably do this. If, and it's a big one, if I don't get bored. I do have a bit of a history of getting bored and giving up. The OU record of partial achievement proves it.
I cheered up more when S and I had an MSN chat. She was all lovely and up-beat and it was a real pleasure talking about my fear of cows and her love of goats, and snoring and men and jacket potato skins. MSN is strictly for talking rubbish, that's for sure.
After that, I did the bravest thing and opened the big OU parcel. Didn't get too far with this, but at least I know it's complete. The books are more reassuring and less panic worthy than the internet. I'm almost sorry that tomorrow, I'm going to Cambridge with Nick for a work jolly that we are paying for. Only almost though - there's every chance we'll have a lovely day.
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