Even in sleep my mind is filled with thoughts that all come back to the same finality.
As I have been unable to work for almost 2 years, the old grey matter hasn’t been getting much of a work out, say for the odd long walk with my dog’s. There are some times several days where the 3 of us just stay in our own little ‘nest’, only surfacing about 20 minutes before my other half arrives home, and painting on that smile that says everything is ok.
Then it’s a few cans of lager, my sleeping meds, and a few blessed hours of rest. This time though is clouded now. Whereas once before I could sleep for 12 hours I now struggle to achieve more than 3 or 4.
Off to in-laws and my beautiful nephew and niece for a family sunday lunch in a few hours so that’ll be nice.