For the first time in

For the first time in what seems three weeks, since the death of my friend, I find myself alone. First we gathered together, friends and family and sought each other out as much as we could. Then guests arrived, one after the other - and having their company was good, especially given the circumstances. This morning around 6 am, I said goodbye to Dave who's heading to Geneva. I went back to bed, and fatigue descended on me. I overslept and it took some convincing to drag myself off to work. I feel absolutely shattered and welcome the silence. (Will however shatter silence spinning the humongous stack of discs that HyG made for me.)