It's a day I craved peace and quiet. I'm a sense I got that. Though not to the extent my soul needs. The escalator never stops moving and the chance to get off to rest isn't there, yet. I'm counting down the days until I fly to England, for a week of rest with Andy and his family. The escalator will temporarily slow down enough for my hair to stop falling out due to extreme stress. It happened last year (I'm not in a position to explain the reasons why) and it's happening again. I suppose that it's down to all the thoughts I've got about what I need to do before I leave. Oh well, I can do this.
It's one week and four days until I'm in England. 11 days, in other words.