Still really hard. Managing to sustain a bit of equilibrium again, but complications continue to occur, threatening the well-being of those I love dearly.

This week was meant to be all about the soothing, but it's not going well. I may yet get to do some papier mache tomorrow with my pal M, who is as full of joy as you could hope for, but there's the morning to get through first. Wish me well on that, please.

That's all really.

I am grateful for: book; bed; food; meds; furry slippers