impossible

A day spent like yesterday, just moving things around and tidying. The weather is great and it is impossible to leave the house. The infection will not go away, and it is not possible to go any distance away.

Thus remain in the house trying to organise things that have not been organised for years. And there is still a noticeable depression there which just will not go away.

The news from Ukraine is strange, the conflict is more complicated now.

Perhaps it will be possible to write a few more lines later. It is not possible now.

Now the evening meal has been eaten, and the electricity is failing for a second at a time. All digital machinery resets, and the son comes out of his room ready to argue. But it is nothing but a short power cut.

And go to bed early, in the hope that things will be better tomorrow.