Confusion in the mind today, worse then on other days.

Thu 4 Dec

Stuck. There is no path to move on upon. A dense confusion of thought, of things that are to be done, of thing

need to be done, and of things that are wished for. All mixed up and crashed together, an unpenatralable mass. Thoughts and duties, without structure.

And so sit there in the morning, no idea of what to do.

There is no help for it.

The son is in school, the wife is back in bed, resting.. Things are not working as they should be.

        Start small, move thing's. Clear things up and tidy

them.

        Remove the dust from the window ledges. Tidy the kitchen, clean the surfaces.

        These are chores, they belong to life.

        These things are the small Things, either have someone do them for you.

        Or do them yourself.

        Let the eat in. She is attentive, with her legs a clockwork simile, body rigid, intently headed for her plate of food.

        This day is not a good day, even though the sky shows some blue..

        Confusion in the mind today, worse then on other days.