Goodnight friends! Greasy grey skies and not as warm. Still feels like spring, even if it is spring’s other, more dreary face. Drifts of purple and white and gold crocuses and yellow primrose spread like flames across any unregarded scrap of grass. After dark the prickly air finally gave way to rain, a slow and monotonous desultory tapping.
Spent much of the day collecting my keys, looking around my new flat – still feeling far more like future than present with the work to be done – and talking to the electrician about what needs to be rewired and not.
May we find a renewed sense of purpose and confidence in our path and decisions today!
