For the past few weeks my life has been crowded with activity. In fact it has been too much activity for my liking. On top of that I am still feeling very run down with the anaemia, and am likely to continue the same until my folic acid levels are restored. On top of all this I have been going through one of those autism-related crises, where things from the past suddenly fall into place, and are continually on one's mind until they have been properly evaluated. And also on top of the lot I have overdosed on people. My work at the historic building brings me into contact with lots of people. I put on my mask, am very polite, and do lots of talking.
A couple of days ago I finally got round to composing and printing the programmes for my recital this coming Wednesday. I am also going to precede the recital with a talk on the political and artistic background to the pieces I am to play. I have spent this morning typing up my notes for the talk, and am very relieved that they are finally done.
I have decided that a major change is needed in my life. My initial thought was to give up the historic building altogether. The manager has lost all interest and leaves me to run the place with no support at all. That is not what I am there for. So after the recital, I am only going to be there twice a week. That way he will have no choice but to manage it (or go). So for me it will be a lot less of the people stuff and a lot more time to myself. The manager is fully aware of my issues around autism, but does not a single thing to help me. I have thought for some time now that he has turned out to be a bit of a cunt.
