Some of you know that my laptop was badly damaged 18 months ago, and I’ve been using my phone mostly. Well, I couldn’t hack its anymore so my daughter gave me hers. This is very generous of her.
However, I have been trying to log in to the sites I use a lot and some of them have locked me out. Oh well, tomorrow is another day. I have achieved quite a bit.
I didn’t sleep at all last night so fell asleep at around 9am for a couple of hours. I am tired and somewhat tense – symptoms, not mood.
I already have lockdown hair. Nothing I can do about that. I do have some product to stop it being too unruly.
At about 2am, a taxi was in the road for my neighbours. I have noticed this before, and when I saw them I said I hoped no one had been taken ill. They assured me everyone was fine. It goes on. My curiosity is piqued.
It is still bitterly cold. I don’t like it. I can’t wait for some sunshine. I haven’t been writing as I ought, so must try to do better. The theme at one my poetry zoom meetings is, of course, love. I need to write some.
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 