17th November 2021
I’m not feeling my best today. As I’m approaching my seventieth I get scared. I think about the time I have left, and I worry that I won’t get everything done that I want to. I miss my family and friends, and until all this residency shit gets finished I can’t be with them.
Normally I put it to the back of my mind, but today it’s in my eyeline and I have to deal with it.
The weather matched my mood, it was dull and wet, but at least it was not cold. We were able to keep the garage door open bringing a bit of light into my gloom.
The city sent a man with a truck with a plough on the front, his job was to push all the piles of leaves that we collect, in one big heap on the side of the road. Of all the places he had to choose it was outside the house. It loomed over us like a grim slag heap awaiting the collection by another city man with the tipper truck.
James Dyson came under fire again from Kelli because the replacement battery pack that I bought in March seems to be failing. I always seem to be stripping down the sweeping head to remove miles of her hair that has wound tightly around the rotating brushes. There is often enough to stuff a pillow. I had anticipated the battery issue and already purchased a replacement, so fitting it was some light relief.
Another Lifetime to go 