The 6th of July. A week of warmth and back to freezing. I have a blanket around my feet. I was up at half nine, and managed to finally get up to date on the blog before we had to go out to the dental hospital. I had to drive the chair in the rain on a dangerously diagonal surface but thankfully no accidents. Mrs Richards has written me up for a new steroid spray and has recommended a toothpaste that we have asked the pharmacist to order in, and it should arrive in a couple of days.
We just had time to squeeze in lunch before I had to go to the chiro. It was as bad as I had anticipated - my neck needed a lot of work. Trine put some BioFreeze on to calm the redness. It's an odd sensation! Tingly.
Afterwards, I finished Strange and Norrell and watched last week's Humans. I've not had time to catch up on stuff recently, been too busy! That's rare.
The 7th of July.
It's a weird day. My timehop is full of really good 7/7s. I have great memories of this day in the past few years, but the news is full of ten years ago. I remember being at school - I was fourteen. The IT room was full, everyone looking at the news, girls phoning families to check relatives in the capital were okay. A planned trip there was cancelled "just in case". Fifty two people died. I've been thinking about death again recently. For as long as I can remember, I have strongly not believed in any form of God, and I stand by that. But recently I have had these sudden rushes of fear that I might be wrong, that I'll go to hell and have an eternity of fire. It's a scary prospect, but it's not enough to make me want to believe - a God who saves and damns on fear isn't something I'm going to consider. I don't believe a being so supposedly gracious and loving could condone the things I have seen - my dead friends, my friends' dead children. That isn't the work of a God. That's just life.
