Tonight is 2 months since Mark passed away. It feels odd, partly as if it all happened a lifetime ago, partly as if it happened yesterday.
It’s been a very different month to its predecessor. For a start, I can account for most of it. I keep getting memories of month one, and it feels a very long time ago. I’ve been back at work for 2 weeks although that’s a long way from being fine. It does however keep me from mulling everything over all the time, so that’s a good thing.
Was at work this morning – mostly fuming at a computer system that refused and then went over to see family for the afternoon. I definitely didn’t want to spend much of today on my own, that’s for certain.
Managed to tick off a few more things done yesterday which was pleasing. In fact other than finalising the utilities and getting the bungalow on the rental market, there’s not much more to do.
Until November with the final act anyway.