Gathered all my resources of energy, which wasn't much, and put in two full days of work, passing on rent to the private home owners who lease out their properties in this little village. Also managed to pay a pile of bills, organise the receipts from the various commercial enterprises ready for banking, and add to the pile of accumulating paperwork gathering on the floor as there's no room on the desk. Temporarily out of sight, but not out of mind, will have to attack it next week.
Haven't even attempted opening the filing cabinet drawer yet to see if there's anything worth revising in the way of writing, or the Stories and Story Ideas files on the computer. At this point, this is all I can muster.
At least I can read again, which I couldn't do while I was at my worst, and am enjoying Through a glass darkly by Caroline Jones, ABC TV presenter. Details her personal story of turmoil and grief leading up to and after her father's death. Very honest, lays bare her shock at the extent to which his death affected her, and her struggle to find solace in a faith she thought was rock solid. A good read.
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