We had a murder in my suburb last night - someone I knew. Not well, but well enough for a nodding acquaintance. We had him do our wills some years ago, and my husband was supposed to do some work for him round about the time he got really ill - never happened. He was shot in the alley behind the shops near the station, and it seems he managed to stagger out of the alley to the bus stop before he died. Just awful, our suburb is usually thought of as being so very safe.
The police were thick on the ground in Station St when I was going home: I did have a drink with Dani last night - it was fun. I miss seeing her now that I'm not working at the uni. This morning I came into work late. Sadly, Debra couldn't cope in her new job, and quit this morning - depression seems to have subsumed her again. This means our 'hot date' on Wednesday is off - I was worried about her when we deferred last week. Now she feels bad about being a burden to me. To be honest I could do without more mental illness in my life, but I can't just abandon her.
So, this evening I have to call Debra (standard care & concern), Karyn (friend maintenance), and Sean (me maintenance). That's a moderately high load for my soul just now. I also have to get on with the sale of the house issues - order a rubbish skip, and book a quote for the flooring. I am just holding on. I need some more strength....
