Three days late

A brief account of the week.

Delayed by three days because I could not face it, and then felt so bad about the delay that I nearly delayed again out of shame. Said this in circle. Four people said they had done exactly the same.

Somebody stayed on a call with me and talked about their garden until it was done. I did not need advice. I needed a voice.

The two hours before are worse than the ten seconds. Every week. Knowing that has not once made the two hours shorter.

It has become a ritual rather than an event, which is what everyone said would happen and I did not believe.

Sat on the bathroom floor for forty minutes. Then did it. Both of those things are true and I am recording both.

To be revisited.