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Today was going well. (A lie! I thought it was going well)
But I lost five hours of it altogether. I sat there on the computer chair. I smelt something burning; obviously, a cooking flavour lingered from the kitchen. I’d even taken photos of preparing the meal, but at that time, I had no recollections. I salvaged the burnt food, added it to a can of beans with chunky veg sauce, and turned off the heat. This is being written after this action. I must speak with the quack on Wednesday… please that I remember to!
It seemed to be getting darker again? Oh, heck!
The Mammoth Mind Blank took place.
A carer must have called cause she or he signed the book. Something else to fret over. Yet, I wasn’t getting down about these things. Strangely?
The clouds looked like foam packaging.
I set about correcting the mistakes I’d made earlier in this blog. Took me ages. I found some snaps of me preparing the food that I cannot honestly say I remember doing… or can I, now? This is bonkers!
The darkness was falling…
Time to get the meal heated and then eaten up!
Very nice!
Went to wash up, and the horizon deserved preserving photographically, I thought.
ALL THE BEST
To avoid you becoming a worry-wort…
May your anxieties add up to nought!
May your demons be easy to thwart!
With great joy to share & flaunt.