Good Grief 351

This goes with blip 348 a few days ago. It’s the floor underneath all the chaos. The chaos has either been burnt, dealt with, chucked or stuffed under the chair to await its next re-traumatising performance at a future date. I’ve been doing some more civilising of the home environment before my friend arrives tonight.
As I wait I’m reading a rather heavy paper on rumination and overgeneral memory In depression and the effects of self focus and analytic thinking. Probably not the best bed time reading.