Goodnight friends! Rising above 30°c in the heat of the day, sun a hard, harsh blistery pressure on the skin. After having a mild headache yesterday I was still pretty photosensitive, so I drew the blinds against the overwhelming azure sky. Sweet hay scent of drying cut grass, scattered, drowsy birdsong.
A little fatigued and sleep still a real challenge, especially on recent nights when the temperature seems to barely drop. Loafing around a lot, dazed and sweaty, I did manage to get a start in disassembling my old bed, and write an annoyed email to my fairly useless MP.
May we find the determination, or hope, or spite to keep on going today!
Image ID: Photo of the moon as a golden cresent, blurry with its own brightness, emerging like the tip of a sabre from behind a piled cloud bank of lavender, purple and grey in a dusky night sky, the black bulk of silhouetted pine trees dominating the foreground.
