Sore finger.  Left forefinger having to press hard and repeatedly on C.  It seems, despite callous, a nerve is hit for a sharp pain jabs.  Sore fingers is one thing, this needle blow quite another.  Hope it goes away with time.  Didn't know guitar playing would be so physically difficult - but then cranking the left arm around the neck to play chords, cramming fingers into awkward positions with strength enough to depress strings ... I don't find it easy.

Just listened to Roxane Elfasci play Debussy's Claire de Lune on the guitar.  Exquisite.  Seemingly impossible to do but she does. 

Then I pick up my poor little Yamaha and clunk my way through scales and beginner pieces.

Sigh.

Anthony came for a visit today.  Was a bit shocked.  Saw Richard as he really is, in other words, saw the dementia in full twisted flight today as it isn't one of Richard's clearer days.  Anthony got quite emotional.  Richard's dementia has been buffered by the conversation before.  When his family is here we are all talking while Richard listens.  Today it was just the 3 of us  - and reality hit home.  Quite sad him seeing his father like this - a man who was always strong and in control - without being controlling. 

But Richard was glad to see him and that was good.  We ate here rather than going somewhere - and that was good too.  Personally I think Anthony needed a good dose of reality, to know the stage his father is at so that further deterioration won't so shocking.  If he'd been distracted by going out to lunch or having the others around he could've postponed this reality check. 

After a couple of weeks of not working on the book I did get some writing done today.  Curious as to what happens to Tanguy et al in The City.  Guess I'll find out!

Have been taking part in Inktober, where one draws something every day in ink and posts it to Instagram.  A few of my drawings have been done last thing at night.  Last night threw something together which I was embarrassed to put up - and lo and behold - had a nice comment and a few likes.  Will wonders ever cease?

Has been a good Sunday.  Most work done - not all - and didn't have to be anywhere other than this lovely lovely place - and saw a wallaby come to the driveway looking for leftover papaya or watermelon.  Didn't know.  Now I'll leave extra out - so the bush turkeys aren't the only ones that get a feed.