So it's been one month since Dad died.
I suppose things having been going ok (ok means, of course, ups and downs).
From dinner the other night and a conversation last night, I think that I went back to work too soon; I should of had a break (more than 1 day) before going back. Pretty silly of me to expect that getting back into the swing of things would help.
I'm writing some music (for clarinet, of course); about all of this. Although I can't do my ideas justice - my musical composition skills are... poor - inexperienced. Ohh well; I have to do it now; no other time. I've got a couple of themes in it down; and some ideas for the dying.
Anyhow; I think that excercise is important (duh). At the start of this week and down to Thursday afternoon - was not feeling very happy - at all. All of this stuff going throguh my head. Anyhow, after a jog on Thursday arvo; felt it a bit better. Ditto after yesterdays jog. No jog today (delibrately); but orienteering (hopefully) tomorrrow.