I am sitting on the spare bed in the sunroom. Overwhelmed. Sometimes the speed at which life happens stops me. My eyes flit between the laptop screen and the cascading water that is embracing the gutter beyond our fence in a frantic journey to the bottom of the street. It looks displeased that the tyres of our car has interfered with its travelling. Disjointed.
I’ve nothing to be so fractious about really but I am. I was up last night for almost an hour, for the first time in months. Teeth maybe or perhaps the runny nose that Hubba Bubba is sporting. I don’t really need to know, but it has left me a little unaligned. I coach myself to concentrate on tasks that need to be done while trying not to embrace the grey mood the sky is projecting at me. I feel a list may be in order. Small, measurable, manageable achievements I hear myself say to anyone but myself, perhaps I will listen to myself.
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