Goodnight friends! A damp blanket of wintery pale grey reasserted itself overnight, and a faint damp sheen darkened the pavement. A chafing, inconstant breeze opening up occasional smudgy-edged patches of blue. Not so much rain, save a very few chilly prickles on my cheeks and faint taps on the windows after dark, but a general cold condensation from the heavy, hazy air. Little pink round-leaved crane’s-bills flowers and slighty obovate, downy chickweed leaves still surging up from dark and mouldering soil that smells like old ink.
Feeling fairly solidily recovered I think, at least within my carefully managed reduced energy envelope. I think I may wait a day or two more before trying to expand my walking range, but I managed a few stretches for the first time since my recent relapse. A little relief that I don’t seem to have lost too much flexibility. A little dull mentally, and my attention drifts very easily, but I did manage a little doodling as well.
May we find a sense of agency and purpose in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a low-lying bed of ivy-leaved cyclamen foliage, long, wavy-edged heart shaped leaves variagated in angular rings of dark and silvery-pale green, lushness vivid against shrivelled, dry fallen leaves.
