happy september first

Be better.

Nice day. Matt didn’t want to come for a swim and dinner today and I didn’t press him. And then, unexepected, a neighbour invited me for dinner this evening and I am free!! How lovely.

I’m tired. I set up for Roderick to do my bed, and I made tomato sauce and started bone broth and took out the compost and checked my digital messages.

I still have time to putter and sleep and do my grocery order.

I won’t say goodbye until later.

I don´t mean free from Matt, I mean free from cooking. I make an an effort for him, cooking extra vegetables, for example. I´m still a mother, but an older one. I find three days cooking dinner in a row is more effort than i am comfortable with. I do it but get too tired.

Not a good blog, sorry.

last day of august

LOST DAY of AUGUST

Myy blog is a record of the disintegration of a human being—me. I guess I have to go into shameful detail.

Not yet.

I spent most of the day watching Netflix—old shows at that. No swim. No letters. No plants. I finally dressed about 5 p.m. and did my laundry, my clotheds snd towels. I leave the bedding to Roderick tomorrow, but I set it up, tomorrowl

NO MORE