It was a windy enchanting grey that invited me to the window today. It helped me forget a few things that really disturbed me last evening. For only a while that is. Then questions, scenes, words resumed their leaping about in my mind. I struggled with them for a while, gave in, tried to forget, engaged in distracting activity. It grew chillier in the evening. I felt more cheated as each event was replayed. Pathetic, most might think. I do have this stupid tendency to think that the whole world is conniving against me, sometimes.

Nothing is helping and I urgently need to get a lot of things done.