This being Sunday, nothing has been done - except a bit of sewing. Managed that because it was possible to buy a thimble at the market - haven't been able to sew for ages because of lack of.
Virtuous though. Yesterday entirely spent cleaning up, binning, replacing, soaking, scrubbing. Most unnatural. Still quite lost except for flashes of ideas that become slight on examination. Waiting used to be normal; will cultivate.
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