I just signed out when I meant to sign in.
Or, no, I meant to stay signed in, but I signed out.
Does that mean something?
Was I fated to sign out at the particular second I signed out? But then I signed back in so was I fated to sign in after I'd signed out?
Gosh, a girl could go slightly daffy thinking these things.
Was I going to talk about fate? Signing in? Signing out?
No, I think not.
A person I've known as a name and a presence in home education - a careful and loving presence, a beneficence - has died. Just died.
It made me think about when, exactly when, I'll find myself in the same situation.
And it's made me realise I haven't hugged my dear ones today, visited my demented mother, played with the dog long enough, written another paragraph in my long-languishing novel, or emailed the friends who have a right to expect an email from me.
So I'm going to do those things now.