better?

I’m trying.

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But it was’t enough.

I emptied the DW before I swam and exercised, and I ate my breakfast before the groceries were delivered. By the time I had put everything away and sat down with the invoice to make sure everything had come, I ached again, more. I thiink that was the end of my productivity. I drifted off to sleep while I was checking the news and email. Suddinly it was past twelve—lunch time!

I puttered, but npt creatively. I had a real nap (half an hour) and then I tidied, took out the compost, picked up the mail, delivered some pasta sauce to a neighbour., came back and had a Moscow Mule—still at it.

Ambience is all.

I have to figure out something for dinner—don’t feel like cooking, don’t feel like eating— and what to do until bed time.

I still haven’t written my memorial.

Not normal.