Goodnight friends! Sky a dingy, damp off-white with scattered drifting motes of leaden grey, wrung out by overnight rain. Waterways glutted to their limits, sluicegates grumble and belch and roar, branches and refuse carouselling in foamy sepia whirlpool eddies. A sharp half-floral, half-acrid tang cuts through the thick scent of mud, as the first luscious green blades of wild garlic thrust up through the loam.
Thankfully my head felt almost back to normal by afternoon, stabbing pangs of nausea whenever I moved my head subsiding over the day. Not all that much energy to spare aside from that regardless, but less of a harsh leash on my ability to get relatively simple tasks like washing and dressing done.
May we find mutual trust, understanding and today!
