Well, I cancelled my town appointment so I haven't driven any distance yet. However, the beds are changed and the house is tidy, apart from my study, which is where everything is stored that hasn't found a home. The second load of washing is on although I've no idea where I'm going to put it to dry. Everyone here survived the storm - it must have blown over the top of us as we're in a valley.
I'm aware that I'm anxious, which is usually the last stage of a depression for me. I can't pin it down to a reason - it's just free floating anxiety, which in my view is the worst to deal with. Normally, I can pin it down and deal with it, but I don't seem to be able to do that this time. I don't like the dark evenings, that's for sure - it being light in the mornings holds no joy for me as I'm always asleep.
My sister arrives on Thursday, which will be great. I'm looking forward hugely to seeing her, and we'll have a curry that evening with the girls.
Off to feed the cats.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?