I got up this morning around 6:45 AM. I came upstairs to face the noise (I am a lover of peaceful mornings.). I had breakfast and then went back down in the lower level to write in my paper diary. Next I did a couple loads of wash and hung the wet stuff on the clothes line.
I have been reading this morning when possible from a book titled, 'Children Of The Sun: A Narrative of "Decadence' in English After 1918' by Martin Green.
Last night our oldest son Caleb and his wife Emily bought a house down the street from us. Long story.
Last night is a blur so I won't try to put it all into words. I have found lately words fail me in my blown out state. I have loss my ability to think clearly.
Well I suppose I will close to feel at a loss. There is no way out.