The end result of this will probably be that I go back on committee next month, and I am really quite happy to be off it. (I am *not* going on Dunedin committee).
There are a lot of things I want to do. Finish reading the Iliad (I'm trying the book a day trick - mostly on the bus in the morning - which seems to be working in that it generally leaves me wanting more). Read the Odyssey. Learn Latin. Work on my Norwegian. But they are mostly alone things and linguistic things and open-ended things, and I am craving organisational things instead, or at least structured ones.
On the other hand, I just reread my last autumn's entries, and I don't think I had any idea at the time just how stressed I was. I seem to have fled to the other extreme. Maybe this is the restlessness of recovery.