Bear didn't get into Oxford. He doesn't want to talk about it and I'm respecting that, especially as he isn't slacking but working on some weird geometrical homework. He has offers from other universities, so as long as he keeps up his grades, he'll be fine.
I feel quite subdued. My sleep continues erratic, but it could be worse. I felt awake enough to drive (I'm very cautious) and dropped off some donations at a hospice charity shop and then called into Tesco. My picture of the day was of the card stands.
I took it because it fit in with the story for the White Hart that I wrote first thing this morning.
Writing stuff - and speaking of the White Hart, the latest instalment is here.
Hugs and good health to all.
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