Ah. There goes another ordinary day. A non-tormented day. A day with a sense of routine and belonging and regularity. Oh my.
I can’t tell you how good that feels. The local post office. The local shops. The local meeting. The local Museum. Sigh. I got 2 parcels today as well as sending one off to Granddaughter No 1. I now have a tartan scarf fresh from the Isle of Mull. My brother sent it to me.
A second ordinary day. How good is that ?