Murder at the wood pile

It's been one of those days. Feels like I've spent the day herding cats. In place of cats, read: vanished keys, mounting bills, forgetful children, uninspired cooking, words that refuse to be written, that sinking here-comes-Christmas-again feeling, and the worst cup of tea I've ever made.

Time to stop doing and just be.


Postscript: 25 November, Thursday

Things have in fact got worse and our computer had a nervous breakdown last night. It seems to think it lives in a parallel universe from its hard drive. No blipping until it's fixed. ARGGH!
Typing this from my daughter's laptop.