Goodnight friends! A changeful and hectic day of weather, long scaly-edged plumes of white cloud in the morning, a few brief, hammering squalls of heavy stop-start rain in the afternoon. Broad, deeply grooved meadow buttercup leaves spreading among the grass, and the tasseled, sculptrally grooved buds of dandelions droop on listless stems. Even behind banks of surly gathering cloud the sun seems just a little higher, clearing the dark spire of the church.
Sniffling and stuffy today with a swimmy lethargic slow-motion feeling to everything I thought and did, the cold fully revealing itself. Fortunately it doesn’t feel too serious so far, while my sinuses feel very blocked up and there’s an extra shivery layer of malaise, the sandpapery sore throat was mostly gone by early afternoon. Who knows, maybe my saline irrigation rituals even help a little. At least they keep me occupied when I feel too run down to do much, as well as giving me a sense of spiteful agency against the microscopic hijacker that ME/CFS rarely affords me.
May we find a renewed sense of confidence in our ability to meet challenges and accept both success and disappointment today!
Image ID: Photo of a patch of brilliant bright yellow crocuses opening up among ruddy curling leaf litter, their overlapping layers of heavily cupped ovoid tepals forming a cluster of deep saffron goblets.
