Sunday Evening

Good evening,
I am not writing much, because I am not doing much today, I am home, tired, and recovering.
I have not done much today at all apart from walking, going to the shop, blogging, and resting.

This is what I needed to do every Sunday after the London weekend when I was on the streets, but obviously when I was homeless I couldn't.
It takes more energy than I have, and I was up at 4am yesterday and back here at midnight. Getting back at midnight was good going actually.

I wonder why I can't get the salt taste out of my mouth and throat? everything is salty.

I can't afford therapy tomorrow, and probably not next week either.