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* . . I was very busy today. Son John is better and told me he was coming tonight to keep on digging me out of the mess I’ve made. So I was still working through the latest file folder, finding stuff for him and trying to tidy up and sort out what else was there.

I found MORE words to look up. Oh dear.

When I think back on what I have done over the years I tried to cope on my own, it terrifies me. I can’t remember what I did. I didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t know how I survived.

Sheer luck, I guess.

It’s too late now.

I’ll try again tomorrow.

Just like today.

Like Groundhog Day.