The morning is almost done now and there has been very little done. This is a cause for a feeling of some shame, for there is a lot to be done. Breakfast and shower and clothing sorting is not a lot. The rooms need sweeping again, for example. The clothing needs to be washed. And the bloody project needs to be continued to the point at which it is done.
These things are all that life is made of now, now that there is no paid work to attend to any more.
This was a complaint from a friend a week ago. She had finished working at the job she did not like to start her retirement. She complained of a lack of something and a feeling of guilt, in fact she had to force herself to remain in her flat and to deal with the housework first.
Oh that is an aside. The weather outside is grey and there is not much to be done there. The next thing to be done is to bring the clothing down to the washing machine and to start it. Hopefully the clothing will all survive.
Perhaps the room should be tidied too. There is no great wish to do that though.
And the artist will need to be spoken too, so that the work on the project may continue.
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