under another sun

Slightly thwarted day. Had to meet Keith and deal with a work job right away, which harshed my creative buzz. Still I managed a decent amount of my writing. Lorraine out to see her pal Kate this morning. And I spent an infuriating hour looking for my letter from the tax office, and it was hidden in plain sight on the kitchen table. Paid my tax. Did household chores. Went shopping for a few bits after dinner, couldn't find the furniture polish, and I asked a person in Morrisons. She was holding her arm strangely, as if attempting a fascist salute, but told me what aisle to look in. I asked her if she was okay, it seems her arm pops out of its socket from time to time, and she was off to find the colleague who knows where to press her to pop it back in its socket. Poor girl having to talk to a tetchy shopper, while her arm was hanging on by strings. She re-emerged bright as a button a few minutes later and found the polish for me.  A quick chat with Mum today. Neurotically monitoring...

Up early after an uncomfortable night of pain in the guts.  Gah. Beginning to doubt my diagnosis of last week now. Used being up early to send off a wee a poetry manuscript and snap a photo of the retreating wolf moon.  Went briefly to hospital this morning to drop off Lorraine's twenty-four hour monitor into a tray in the cardiac outpatients in the hospital. The symptoms she was experiencing while highly stressed last year, have stopped. But good to get things sorted. Then back home to struggle with a brief about cattle reproduction for the day from mes amis in Paris. A few short walks during the day. Cooked, and slumped in front of the TV. Below the wolf moon slinking off into the west early this morning, pursued by a gull.