Back home and contemplating a relatively peaceful run of it. On this mizzly pizzly day, I had a friend round to help box up all the crap I’ve accumulated over the years. There’s definitely less bubble wrap and more full boxes now than there was this morning. It feels like progress even though it is still the foothills of a mountain. Still it is certainly easier, that sort of thing, when you have company. I’m paying her by the hour, but it’s companionship too, so it works well.
Tonight I’m gonna sleep. My dreams were all over the place yesterday and I was restless. My own bed and nothing to wake up for is greatly appealing. A lazy Sunday. No more rushing around.
Had it been like this yesterday I don’t think we would have rushed off to Bournemouth like that. It was all a bit half cocked but made so much more palatable by the gorgeous clear sunlight letting us stop and frolic in the New Forest.
I’ve promised myself I’m gonna make some progress here now, treat it like a job when I’m not working, push to a flat that isn’t full of delightful ridiculous junk and esoterica and geek stuff. Today with my friend to help I have felt a little shift. I’m not sure where I’ll put the boxes yet, but filling them up is movement of sorts and definitely to be encouraged.
Now I’m in bed again, listening to the rain and hoping we don’t lose too much of July to this, not to mention the cricket… We need a full day of play tomorrow dammit.
Bedtime. Past bedtime. It’s late. Gonna put my head down and seek oblivion a while…
AlBarclay 