There is stress building itself up all the time waiting for something to burst. There seems endless amounts of stuff that needs to be done, and yet nothing seems to move forward.
Helped the artist with his studio today, but the shop on the ground floor of this house needs to be brought to order as well.
There are invites, but it is difficult to follow them all.
And the wife's silent mode is just a nuisance now.
And there is no wish to write much today.
Assembled a sofa after having taken it apart fro transport. This was less easy than had been expected.
And now the bedroom is icy cold because it had been forgotten to turn on the heating
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
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