Sunday, November 22, 2009
Today me and my family have been cleaning out my mother's cellar storage, going through my late father's stuff and all the things he never went through from his late father. I managed to escape sorting all his school papers. Today. I can't even bare to look at pictures of him so.
This evening I'm sad and tired. I find it hard to relax. I would love to bury myself in something, work, a book, anything, but I can't concentrate. Glenn is asleep, gently snoring in the background.
I guess I'll fold laundry and watch TV. I hate this mood.