Nine Feet Underground

Up early to get washed in bath without access to shower, which is out of action temporarily. Had to wait while son #1 vacated before going to bed: yep, he's back into that topsy-turvy world of going to bed as I get up.  He wants to change it, but he needs a bit of encouragement. As I'm still delaying eating breakfast until after 9 a.m. I decide to go for a walk. The carer tells me it's cold out, but the sun is shining and the sky is awful blue, so I decide to go for it. Back now. Walked for just over 30 minutes at a brisk pace, setting me up for a long day at work. West End musicals; Golf; God-fearing; Rugby; Conservative; criminal partners; Brexit supporter; Sport of any sort, pretty much; Bitcoin; K-Pop. The list goes on. Two strikes and you're out. Gonna be a quiet day on the word front. Work will dominate today and the rest of the week, so my my mind will be awash with thoughts of integration, of the IT kind, sadly. Work continues throughout the day with highlight b...

What to say, about today?  Things are gradually returning to some sort of normality, though despite sleeping for quite a few hours, I awake again feeling really tired. There's a background feeling that my head is just fuzzy and the brain cells and neurons are not firing normally. Maybe I'll be able to sleep some more later? One thing I am glad of: I made the right decision in not going back to work today as I'd have been less than useless, thinking is a struggle. Probably not going to write that much. On days like these I wonder where the time goes, but go it does.  Early morning (well, certainly early for him) son #1 went off to Guildford to meet his young lady and spend the day together.  It is really good to see him starting to turn his life around. The last few years have been pretty tough for all of us: damage you can't see is the worst, because it has to be communicated, willingly. I've done the usual things today: did a 20 minute lying down meditation, bu...