The week at work was the most intense and tiring I've had for a while, it was difficult to fully put some things at the back of my mind: they remained, following me around, questioning me.
I went to see my mother this weekend and it felt as though things were a little bit scratchy between us. Conversation at times was not helped by the fact that neither of us has great hearing. I was exhausted, too - it was difficult to follow her line of conversation beyond anything other than the most straightforward topics.
When she asked about work I had to point out that it wasn't something I wanted to dwell on.
I went out for a couple of beers in the evening, and I really enjoyed walking home down the lane at around 11pm. It's a lane with a lot of space either side, and I remember as a kid imagining that each side of it was a different continent. I recalled this with a smile last night, and enjoyed the lightshow: the weather was breaking, and lightning from distant storms illuminated the dome of the sky.
I woke up and heard the thunder more than once in the early hours, somehow it was a kind of comfort, not least after a week when such a concept has been in short supply.