Saturday, 8 December 2012


It's those little wee tasks that require attending to that keep us grounded. Yesterday was one of those days where it was impossible to put off a couple of "little wee tasks." One of them turned into something entirely unexpected. My haircut turned into a manifesto of hair design. I came out looking like someone I didn't recognize. New style, new colour, new design. This hasn't happened in decades but obviously I must have needed it.

Then I had to wire money overseas to a dear relative. Then a stop at the meat market. Then a couple of phone calls to concerned friends that I had been ignoring due to my self-imposed exile.

Latching onto familiar tasks gives one a respite from "the despair." I feel much better today.

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