20.4.1976 therapeutic job

I was surprised how rapidly things got back to “normal”, i.e. boredom punctuated by period of intellectual or emotional fulfilment. Neither of the latter were fulfilled today...I more or less let today drift by without doing anything more positive than painting a bedroom.

Today seems rather blank, for a large part of the afternoon was taken up doing the therapeutic job of painting. I suppose this is what it must be like to be Rook, floating about with no purpose.