Washed Out

Feeling a bit that way after a day of sorting things.  

I can usually find something positive to report on from the day and that's good, even if that means my journal is a rose coloured reflection of the reality.  Today we did get stuff done, things off to a charity shop and I have a car full of useful things to take back home to Wales.  It's hard to paint the day in bright colours though, given the context.