Didn’t sleep so well last night, but woke up feeling calm and accepting of the current situation. It seems to be a matter of just staying in the moment, and not thinking too much about the past or the future. The sun is out, and my sister brought yellow flowers to brighten the room. I have clean sheets and my own pyjamas. This is also where celebrity gossip TV becomes indispensible – mindless, inconsequential froth. And when that starts to become annoying, there’s always the mystery novels I’ve read before (the suspense involved in reading a new one feels like it would be too much at this point). The key is not to think too much. About anything.
Didn’t realize I was such a wimp