Friday night and everyone else is asleep in bed. Ruth is sick - I hope just getting a cold and Bob and Chris are tired from working all week - getting up early and stying up late. It was god lying hours in bed with Bob talking about his students, short stories, his pleasure in talking to Chris in the car about school and politics as they drove back from Jourdonton. My mood is discouraged - thoughthere is sweetness all around me and I know it. I think the frustration and sufering of clients is harder to handle some weeks than others. And I wish I lived in a society where money wasn't a factor. I wish I could just give away therapy and not worry about paying office rent. Charging for caring services feels wrong - and managing without charging is impossible. I want to feel more hopeful in the morning - to have more of a handle on improving the practical aspects of my life. I'm not making as much progress right now on the house or on finding ways to sell things I've made or no longer want. I need to re-energise in the practical dimension, and right now that seems tough.