I have little to report. Death is a funny thing, it has an effect on everyday life that makes normal enjoyable things feel different.
The funeral was terribly sad, and totally infuriating at the same time. Although I will just focus on my own memories, and what made her important to me.
I hobbled in on my sore legs, and stiff feet, and am desperately hoping that after my leg massage tomorrow I will be feeling better. Running has lost its appeal this week, and I feel deflated insecurity settling in.
Tomorrow however, is a new day, and I hope I have more positivity to report. Just now I'm going to cuddle in with my kids, watch some rubbish telly, and keep my poor bruised, tired foot up.
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