Sunshine on a rainy day

After hearing late last night that Nelson Mandela had died I watched the news and then had horrid nightmares all night. I have no idea if there is a connection or not, but the dreams were about loss and gore and loneliness.

I woke up this morning feeling really groggy and uninspired. I also ached all over again.

I made a slow start and found myself writing a blog post in my head in the shower. So I tried to fix it all together on one page when I was dry and dressed. I don't know if I ever can put all my thoughts together but it's here: Nelson Mandela: This white person's perspective

After I'd written it I felt mixed up as if I'd said things that could be misunderstood and worried for hours

A stride on the beach after the rain helped but the bad night was making me feel vulnerable and emotional. So I pulled out the sideboard in the dining room and spent 2 hours in a pile of dust and crap and junk mail and fiddly little bits of thing and stuff. Just because.

If you ever want someone who thinks too much to become more practical deprive them of sleep.

And then give them wine.