Not so fun. My mother was ill. Not very. I checked on her each hour for a while, then judged she was sleeping pretty soundly. I did not sleep soundly at all.
No clear thoughts, just an anxious jumble. Decided I would not drive anywhere on Friday. Fixed a taxi for H and cancelled my 2 appointments in Oxford. Slept and sweated and dozed for 6 hours in the day. Didn't help my mother at all.
Better evening. Dressed, went to Sainsbury's, called in at shop where I used to volunteer, felt more human again. Listened to some poetry videos, clicked to let someone to be a member of a Facebook group I am on, submitted 2 poems.
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That was Thursday night and Friday daytime.
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