Divine words
Yes, I do have too much time on my hands. Only said so last night when contemplating my favourite-English-words-list with another history enthusiast. I love lists, the only problem is that I forget either that I ever made a list for so-and-so, or I simply forgot where I put it. Nevertheless, yes… I suppose I really do have a lot of time on my hands. Waking up, taking my meds, attempting to huddle myself downstairs for that much-needed cup of strong caffeine and waiting for an online call from my mum is a religiously followed daily habit. I then try to plan the remainder of the day mindfully but living with MS means that masterminding a day is often like solving a puzzle without having all the bits and pieces…
Back with a bang!
I am. In Dublin once again after a short stay with my mum. She moved houses last week but instead of having me pack boxes with her with lots of… well… you know yourself when you move houses and how much you gather in the space of about 60 years or so. I stayed in her new apartment by the marina, 5 minutes from the beach and 3 minutes from the main shopping street – my mum knows how to pick her favourite spots – so she chose wisely. And while I stayed by the marina for a week before her moving in, my mum was slaving over packing boxes in her old place, doing admin related to the move and so on. For a week I had no internet…