Goodnight friends! The other type of familiar guest of a day, the kind you dread. Hourlessly dull, as hard and bleak and cement grey as the ceiling of an underground car park. Intermittent showers of muttering icy rain, ocassionally lapsing into an even more bitter sleety slush.
Woke up very sore, and never really shook off a narrow-deep pained exhaustion. A scant bit of exercise drained me enough that it was easy to justify not going out into the dour and rainy afternoon. Back to drawing a little in bed again.
May we grant ourselves and each other the time, space and sustenenece we need for healing today!
