I might eventually think of a subject line...

This was a day filled with small (but time-consuming tasks).

( ... and it's boring like hell, so feel free to skip the details )

Mum had a visit from the PT lady, during which I dismantled the artificial tree and wrestled it back into its paper box. It gets harder every year. Or I'm getting clumsier. One of the two, certainly.

The only truly positive aspect of the day is that I actually got a tiny bit of writing done. Just a few paragraphs, but every little bit counts.