Goodnight friends! Clouds a threadbare roiling pale grey tapestry, dissolving into gossamer threads and thickening into murky blueish promontories, bellies stained ivory by drowsy sunlight. Every soft dip and divot in the grass a basin of spiny silver frost.
Recovery really slowing down now. Massively exhausted most of the day, feeling a little concussed by the sheer ragged slowness of my thoughts, every movement plucking some muscle or nerve with juddering pain like an over-taut string. Very grateful to have had some company and gentle help from my girlfriend in the evening.
May we treat each other and ourselves with thoughtfulness and care today!
