I went to Maine for a week to help clean out a hoarder house, where my friend's ex died. It was harrowing. A wonderful company called Want It Gone carted out 117 yards of junk (many truckloads) on top of a few dumpsters Janet & her son, Wyatt, has filled earlier. It was exhausting. Apparently it's not uncommon for people who are paranoid? mentally ill? to hoard water, & even though there are 2 wells, a pond & a creek on the property, Neil had filled hundreds of cartons & bottles with water, which I spent 3 days emptying & tossing.
Usually, no matter what, vacation or funeral, I write here & accomplish a few tasks. This week I did almost none of them. I had no extra energy even though we took time off almost every day, going to Schoodic (the most beautiful spot in Maine) and the Farnsworth Museum in Rockland (possibly my second favorite spot in Maine), and seeing old friends.
But now I'm back & reassembling myself out of the Maine of the decades I've been involved there & New York, people who changed too much, & to some extent, maybe, people who didn't change enough. Any wonder that I'm sleepy every minute?