Goodnight friends! A change toward stillness, and a slow cement grey sky bloated with rain. Warm enough for the damp air to feel a little muggy rather than like a clinging film of gnawing chill. Even the most brutalised lawns are polkadotted white and gold, endless daisies and bulbous buttercups catching every pale sunbeam of the lengthening days.
Not much going on, since most of my limited energy was committed to exercise. Since I’ve been feeling a lot of fatigue and soreness over recent wet weeks I haven’t pushed myself so hard, but if there’s more rain to come for the rest of the month – as seems likely – I wanted to see how much I can acclimate to that extra physical stress rather than avoiding it. The little bits of progress I’ve made feel very fragile, so I’m wary of letting my little hard-won conditioning atrophy whenever I don’t have to.
May we find deeper understanding of the world around us and how we fit into it today!
