Slow

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I think it is important for me to admit to myself that I am almost incapable of doing anything at now. We had to cry off catching up with chums yesterday because R was exhausted, but I was no better. Had to drop the gig on Friday night for the same reason. Today I had to sort my hair because it's all looking a bit brown-desperate; accidentally threw dye all over the floor then walked in it. Scrubbing it off doesn't quite work, even with nail varnish remover. Now I am She of the Red Sole.

Got a meeting tonight. Don't feel up for it, but in fairness it shouldn't be more than an hour. I keep not wanting to do things. They are never that bad when I do them. Still, I am feeling so drained, I may just need to watch West Wing tonight, after all, I've only watched the first season about 6 times. I cannot bring myself to watch Ahsoka because I found myself losing the will to live throughout deeply meaningful Andor, the unbearably stupid Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the stultifying Book of Boba Fett. Yes, The Mandalorian was great, possibly because it showed the Star Wars franchise at its beginning best; a western in space.

If I'm not very careful, I'm going to lose my nerd credentials.

Today is the anniversary of my father's death in 2015. His wife didn't tell us for a couple of days because... eh, who knows why. Doesn't matter.

Here's a family photo. Dad's the guy on the left with the teddy boy quiff, Mum is sitting below him. Line up includes my mother's youngest sibling, lovely aunty F who is holding the crying kid (guess who?) Mum's parents, two excellent uncles and the lady friend of one, check out that fabulous beehive! This photo always amuses me because clearly no-one wanted to be in it. My suspicion is that they were all bullied into position by my eldest aunt, who was perfectly capable of arguing the whole family to a standstill til she got what she wanted, in this case the perfect pic of family disgruntlement.