My first day of house arrest is going well, I totally didn’t go shopping for food, and definitely didn’t spend any time cleaning. I mean putting on loads of washing and making the bed isn’t really cleaning is it? And it’s only real shopping if you use a trolley and not a basket. So as you can see idea of 2 weeks of rest is definitely going to be plain sailing weather.

In all seriousness though I am taking it very easy, and not eating anything that will slow down healing. It’s just I am trying to ride that fine line between laying around resting, and laying around overthinking and letting my mind go into rooms it probably shouldn’t at the moment. I have about 7 books on the go at the moment, because I reached weird little bits in each that caused a bit of distress for various reasons. It’s a real talent to have a book on houseplants trigger uncomfortable memories, but I’m gifted.

I’m also discovering that trying to take downtime a few weeks before Christmas is like playing the recovery game on difficult mode. Even in a world where there’s a shopping app for everything it still requires planning, and delivery times are rapidly filling. I may need to do a very early or very late visit to some shops soon to collect stuff that I can’t really ignore any longer. Wrapping paper and a Christmas tree are sort of the bare minimum for doing something festive, and I don’t want to waste a Christmas ever again.

It’s inevitable that this will be one of those introspective ends to the year. With so much change and upheaval recently, I really can’t see how I will get to the new year without ponderous questions of the future swinging about and making a mess.