Lockdown Diary - Spring Bank Holiday (Monday 31st May 2021)

Walked early, despite it being Bank Holiday. All days are very similar as they always begin with carers, whether a working day, a weekend or a holiday (unless I'm away).

Cut the grass late morning.

Read Sunday's paper.

Repaired the hedge trimmer. It's now working and ready for me to sever its main artery again.  Must try harder.

The day seemed to evaporate, though I'm not sure how / what I did?

Getting the feeling that, despite the call with the counsellor last week and this week's impending assessment, I'm in some kind of slow descent. Things are becoming more difficult and my powers of concentration seem to be declining.

Making dinner with son #3. Son #2 won't be joining us as he's watching a film with his gf over some platform or other.  We watched an episode of WILTY before the usual stuff.

Soccer Mommy / 'Lucy' / 'Color Theory'



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