There is a thunderstorm outside, rain is pouring down and making a hissing sound on the tiled roofs. It is dramatic, and the cooling influence upon the weather is welcome.
Nothing was done today, nothing much. For the first time the son spontaneously decided to go for a drive to visit some friends. This is fine
Today was a day to make two telephone calls. There was nobody to answer the calls, so left two disjointed messages to say who had called.
Things are better slowly with the post-operative misery. Piece by piece things are improving. Hopefully things will improve more rapidly now, then the whole thing may be forgotten about.
The rain has died down now, there is still thunder rolling. Things will probably get brighter soon, and then later there will be another storm.
Thoughts and accounts will not come today the way that they usually do. It is a depressing sort of day, the worry about the continued ownership of this house is worrying.
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