Monday morning coming down: bills paid, laundry in, broth on. Trying to catch up. Calls that need to be made: doctor, dentist, electric, gas. Food in the fridge needs to be cooked. Vegetables to be dealt with. Green tomatoes to gather.
Last night I dreamt I was going through my mother's possessions with my sister. Sorting through boxes to find the things that mattered. An ironstone cup. A scrap of fabric from a child's dress. This morning I woke up exhausted.
Today I have lists of things to do. None of them seem to matter. Everything I finish leaves me with a feeling of loss.