Work

I worked hard. I think it’s OK. He seemed pleased with it. There is always more to say, more to do. I got agitated this morning about all those 10,000 things that have to be done before you get to the nub, the real work. They’re not particularly satisfying tasks, accounts, lists and admin, mostly. Just do them. You’ll feel better for clearing the way. Done now. All done. Tea and coffee for him then sew.