One step forward, two back

I don't know why, but after a run of days when I've woken feeling reasonably calm and composed, today I woke in panic mode and have felt unsteady ever since.

I  belong to a couple of the saddest support groups ever, for widows (hate that word) and so I know it is usual to feel you are gradually getting stronger and then - something unseen knocks you down and you feel back to square one. I've had a weepy, sad day, trying to sort through David's possessions here in Brisbane and making minimal progress. Starting the climb out of the abyss again.

Another thing about older women on their own - we are invisible to many. The only living thing to actually LOOK at me today was this Masked Lapwing.