I have eaten dinner and watched half a Doctor Who story (Day of the Daleks; the second two episodes, tonight, were rather better than the first two yesterday, unusual as most Doctor Who stories get worse as they go along, particularly in the original series. But I digress. As usual). I feel rather better. While I think today’s kashrut worries were real, I think I over-reacted to my fears and have them more in proportion now. I feel a lot calmer and not so bothered about my sister’s wedding (I have just eaten the last of the leftovers that I had from the engagement party; it was a chocolate brownie that was still delicious nearly three weeks on). I do still feel some of yesterday’s loneliness, though, the wish to have someone to hold my hand and snuggle with. I don’t know why I suddenly feel so lonely, except that I do feel lonely when under mental strain, when I feel alone facing a scary world, which is how I felt today.
Tired now, bed I think.