Once, many years ago, a person that I knew from Chester went on a long sailing voyage. He would send these letters home about his adventures. He was not a writer but the content was great as the adventures were great.
One of these missives told of the boat's mishaps on one stretch of the journey. They'd met a storm and fetched up on a shoal - all of which he described in perfect detail if not perfect grammar. At the bottom of the page of all these mishaps he wrote - 'and then the trouble started' which made the readers howl with laughter. At the end of this letter he wrote 'oh well, life go on.'
I know just how he felt. Not that I'm having mishaps but just rather a lot to do by certain deadlines and no help from SP as he is gone and Bella doesn't help though her heart is in the right place.
There are services to disconnect and addresses to be changed once again. There are boxes to pack and insurance companies to deal with. There are teenagers to motivate (those starting their own lives away that need to finish properly with this place) and lawns to mow. Gravel is supposed to be delivered. Am I to spread it on the driveway? By myself? There are shoes to be given away and books too. There are mittens to match and mail. And on and on and on.
Through it all - this very shitstorm of a voyage - life go on. It go on and on - dogs to walk, food to prepare, many sleeps and risings and bathings and workings to work.
How is your life going on? Maybe I'll take Bella to High Head for a stroll...