Blame my brain?

My brain is not working too well right now. Yes, I am under some stress. 

My BIL has just sent through a very long list of things which need to be done before we hand the house over for sale...and I still have nowhere to go. Even with somewhere to go it would be stressful but...  

S... is an engineer by profession. Life for him is about attention to detail, accurate measurements, spread sheets and flow charts. He is happiest when dealing with these things. He admits to having "no imagination", has not read anything other than a textbook except when compelled to do so at school and does not understand creative activities.  He is also loyal towards and protective of my sister. Because he wants what is best for her he has also been willing to put in many hours sorting out "the shed" aka as the Senior Cat's "workshop". I am genuinely grateful for that. 

He has also overseen the cleaning of the white tiled roof. Someone he knew came in and did it over the weekend. K...worked steadily and efficiently and it cost us about a tenth of the price of a commercial firm. All I needed to do was add in the sandwiches and the bottles of fizzy stuff. 

My cousin T... and his partner came yesterday and took away yet more books. We also had cake because we had not been able to properly celebrate T...'s birthday. (Middle Cat is still in hospital but I am a little less worried than I was as at least a range of issues has now been ruled out.)

But, I need sleep. I need lots of sleep. I thought of all this as I handed over the Korean language copy of Nicola Morgan's book, "Blame my brain". I gave it to a Korean girl I know. She lives across the road from this house. This morning I saw her briefly and she told me the book is, "Really interesting. It is properly interesting, not just school interesting. I like it."

This is good. Perhaps it will be easier to make decisions about what to keep and what to throw out if I keep reminding myself of the pleasure that book is giving someone.