There's a song we sing at Friday night choir and if it catches me on a wobble it can set me off (to be fair there are lots of songs that if caught on a wobble I weep at. Music can be powerful like that). Fortunately a friend noticed and came over to be with me awhile. I probably need to look at why it gets to me. I'm not afraid of the actual dark, but I am afraid of getting hurt. Again. It feels like I don't get much of a let up between the storms I'm crawling through, and it's hard not to feal fearful - who likes getting hurt?
Yesterday was a bit of an odd day. I earned £21. I gave away 3 times that and also bought a rather pricey oven that is going to be delivered shortly. It had better prepare and cook all my evening meals for me ;)
Oven is here, the shelves are all silver rather than encased with burnt-on black. I went to see "home" with my boy - I enjoyed the film but I did cry. I wonder if crying uses up calories - it must be like sweat, leaving my body??
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