Good Grief 81

Taking flight
I've been wandering from room to room, half doing one job, starting another, seeing something else, moving from paperwork to housework to phone calls, taking flowers to elderly friends and neighbours, keeping them updated .... and then just stopping. There is so much to do, I could have stayed on another day but there is no point and the forecast for travel on Sunday was poor. It matters little whether I am here or there.
I took flight, fearful of what lies ahead, weighed down by what lies behind.