My ECA went off on Wednesday last week. I took it to the Regional Centre as planned.
It's a strange feeling. I went out for tea and to see Sex and the City the evening I'd taken it in and I felt weird. Exhausted and the wine went to my head; it left me with an awful headache. Thursday and Friday I did nothing. Mentally and physically exhausted.
On Friday I got confirmation on my OU homepage that my project was received in time.
At the weekend I got a bit more done. Mowed lawns, dyed my hair again, cleared some rubbish, did some washing.
Yesterday D was ill with a stomach bug.
Today the bug hit me. Ow.
Yesterday, though, I also got carried away and registered for the advanced level course. Yeah, I know. I was going to give myself a year off. But I don't want to lose the momentum. And I have nearly four months off over the summer....
And I think I've decided that the degree I'm working towards is BA (Hons) Literature. That came as quite a surprise. Literature has never been my strong point. Hilarious, no?