Nothing much has happened today.
There has been no trauma and there have been no tears. I have no profound thoughts to share, not that I generally think of my thoughts as being profound, you understand, but I don't even have not-very-profound-but-mildly-interesting thoughts to share. So I'm just typing...
I've had my daily dose of blog reading and done a bit of commenting. I don't quite know how I would cope without you lovely bloggers, readers and commenters. You keep me going and understanding. Thank you. I suppose even though nothing much happened my heart is still healing in the background.
We've been for a short walk. Short because I overdid it a bit when I went back to work and have damaged my heel and I'm limping a bit. It will heal though, my heel will heal, and hopefully soon. It's nothing to fret over. No trauma.
Walking home, through a gap in the buildings, the sun shone out from behind the clouds and lit up a slice of sea and I thought of George. Not that I ever not think of him but, well, you know... I'm learning to think of him as part of the world around us.
I hope you've all had uneventful sundays.