unfinished business

I create quiet corners so that calm can return. I spend time planning and preparing dinner, as that is all I have in my control. Last night we had grilled aubergine with steamed fennel and african bean stew. Tonight it will be butternut and chicken curry.

The hound prefers turning a blind eye; she sleeps in her basket which is surrounded by tools, supplies, building materials and folders with lists to tell us what the priorities are. Deadlines are constantly pushed into the future. What was to be done for the end of May is now to be done for the end of September. Who cares? We have all the time in the world.