This morning

I went to the workhouse for my ten o'clock appointment. There was no sign of the person I was supposed to be seeing. It turns out that the man is on holiday, and my appointment isn't until Wednesday. It's the story of my life. My mind is so full of thoughts that I mess up on things in daily life. I miss details, where my brain is constantly so full of them. That's why I missed out on the interview a week-or-so ago. I was thinking so hard, trying so hard to get it right, that I slipped up.