It's been a depressing week. So much death and despair as the result of these horrific bushfires throughout Victoria. Many are still burning. Whole towns have been wiped off the map and communities destroyed. Every person I know knows someone who has been affected somehow.
I feel flat and morose. Can't apply myself to anything much. There are so many things I could/should have been doing (because, ironically, the weather has become very cool), but I've done none of them. Not completed my weekend washing. Not taken out the rubbish. Not vacuumed. Not made any work calls to editors in England. Certainly not done any writing, and it would have been the perfect week for it. But I just can't.
Instead I've been a couch potato, staring at the computer screen, at bushfire reports, at fire maps . . . or watching television news reports that show the same horror over and over with new twists. Eating chocolate, because that's what I do when I get depressed.