with the bright tweeting world that is outside ...
The supposed stages of grief ... which grief ... which stage ... I could shake it all up and be none the wiser ....
I am taking it out on cleaning and clearing the unnecessary ... I have already achieved tasks for the day... before 8am again ...
I am used to all hours ...living near a river that was continuously high at the start of the millennium at our other home ... and work night shifts ... Split shifts ... an unusual situation latterly ...
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