Lightning and Thunder

Glorious storm, cleared the air...poor pussycats were scared though, running from room to room, with the lightning overhead, likes strobes at the windows. But this morning's birdsong is so joyful it lifts my heart, and the light is clean, and everything just beyond the house is green and pretty.

Reminds me that I have ignored so much; we need flowers for our hanging baskets, outfits that aren't jeans-based, stuff for house and self. It's like everything has been forgotten, which is understandable but over now.

My own good humour has returned, my sudden impatience and intolerance subsides. Can't work out where it came from anyway, but am glad it's gone.

I am going to leave things for two months, and then, if I feel ready, I may volunteer as a ward runner for the hospice. It gets about 30-35% of its funding from the government, the rest is charity. All the ward volunteers do is run errands for the patients, little things, and sit with those who are alone, if company is required. I think I might be able to do that, but must make sure it's not about holding on to Mark in some way. Let's see how much time they require - and where my head is at come Autumn.