To say that yesterday was Monday is stating the obvious. Somehow, though, Mondays seem to have a character of their own. Often infused with "hangovers" from the previous week. So, yesterday was no different. I've been waiting for confirmation of a job and last week, bought a piece of furniture (for The Corner), and which couldn't be fetched because my friend, R's vehicle had a flat battery).

I love autumn but I hate winter, and over the last week, we've had a taste of the latter. Especially yesterday.For more than the last month, my Saturday has started in what feels like the dark, middle of the night. It's the one thing I've never adjusted to, living in the Western Cape. Having grown up further east, getting up in the dark didn't happen and in summer, the sun rose at 4 am.

The last bit of the concrete work around the house is done. Although I posted about the throwing of the slab here, I didn't illustrate exactly what a difference it's going to make to my life. And to the whole house. Now, it - actually - the sandbags - should dry out and at last, I'll be able to repaint. Inside at out.

It's that time of the month. Again. And for the second third in a row, I am powering up. I have managed, this month, to post more frequently. It's not just the work on my house, but actually writing from the heart. Again

My owl has eyes again. I thought, when I had knocked him over, nearly two years ago, I had ruined the wiring. B, the Builder, was here early last evening - to help with a plumbing issue - and asked. I tried to fob him off.

This weekend - Saturday, Sunday and into Monday - was one of the most intense and emotional times - since The Husband died. I knew it would be bittersweet. What I didn't know, was how cathartic and healing - weirdly - it would be.