It is getting late. Things are beginning to change. The house is quiet. Katy and the children are all in bed and I'm up waiting for a programme on the TV. Yes I am beginning to watch TV again after my long fast. Just a little I think. Enough to connect me to "popular culture" but most of it.... I could write about that subject for a while but not tonight, not now.
I have eventually got the booklet to the printers. I could not email it as I thought, so I copied it to disc and took it round on Friday, then met the children and Katy at the school. The walk was about a mile and three quarters. I was pleased with how far I got. I have rediscovered walking. A great exercise a great place to think. But I was exhausted.
I will be going to The Troubadour on Monday 21. My first visit since December 03. Quite an occasion. I hope to read a love sonnet if I can find a suitable one. Katy is coming too and Hugh will be there. So it will be safe.
In the high street today. Bright sunlight, blinding, a bitter gust of wind, an ambulance with its siren blasting out, deafening, Katy trying to make an arrangement, Iona wanting something, my left leg suddenly in pain, I had to stop and lean against something. My glasses full of rainwater and steamed up. All at once. I felt I could not breath, felt I had no space to move, a moment of feeling trapped, a desperate need to escape. I just turned around and had to walk away til the moment passed.
But that is life. And I'm still not ready for it yet.
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