A crap week. Beginning with some of my duties as a carer coming on top a bit. As my Mum’s representative I have to report back to The Office Of The Public Guardian with a high falutin’ in depth report on how she is doing and what seems more importantly to them “what are the state of her finances”. My Mum has/had savings and assets which means in a nutshell she is self funding her own care. This week’s report had to go into detail about all that. I have kept detailed paperwork on all the related aspects of her care and dutifully submitted them. However what I didn’t see coming was having to balance the books. Literally.
I hate maths, so my immediate reaction was blind panic. Then I began my first effort which left the account running over the amount it should. I realised in the end this was because there was certain bills which hadn’t been deducted yet and when these left her account it would leave the banking looking more like it should. I was still up a little, I’ve submitted but the discrepancy is very small. And it is in her favour. I give up taking it any further. I am fucking tired.
And that’s the problem this week. I’m out of gas. I know this because I haven’t even got much on the go creatively. I’ve struggled with the studio, morning drawing has drawn a blank and although I have had a decent crack of the whip when it comes to exercise I do need a reboot. So I’m going to try and get some decent sleep. tonight and see if I can reset everything.
On a plus side a track I finished a while ago is up for release next month. Early response has been good.
I’m finishing this on Saturday evening. I feel a little better, I’ve made inroads into dealing with the attendance allowance for my Mum’s care. Basically everything I was meant to do I have done, the ball is now in other people’s courts. Hopefully this will leave me free to enjoy Sunday at least before the world starts spinning again.
Here’s a strip I did for WFMU’s marathon. They hit their goal. That was nice.
Well done for getting the finances out of the way, I know what a complete nightmare that can be. Hope you get the chance to rest and recover your spoons for the week ahead...
We shall see. Tax return next. Once I get that out of the way I feel I can breathe a bit.