Things are heavy-going at the moment. It seems that I have one or two days when I am able to get a few things done, and then three I have to write off as useless. I just want to go to bed all the time. And the problem with setting goals for yourself, however small, is that you open up space for feelings of failure. Today's a failure day. I can feel it in me.
I was introduced to my Reablement worker today, though it turned out I met her a few times last year. I really like her, so that's good. She's coming back on Monday and we'll draw up some kind of plan for the twelve weeks she'll be working with me. Maybe that will give me some oomph and encouragement.