Goodnight friends! Low-hanging skies of thick, oily grey all day with a few silent hazy hours of drizzle interspersed here and there. Tangles of sharp black bare twigs reached up to scrape the clouds and silent chevron-winged gulls drifted below, scraps of grey on grey. Not much wind, and 6°c didn’t feel dramatically cold, clammy and close.
A little run-down feeling, sliding back towards bad sleep habits as grinding aches in my joints intrude overnight. A real trial to get myself up and moving, but did manage to coax myself into taking a walk, then doing some stretches after a long interlude of rest. Fun session with the TTRPG group, getting ourselves enmeshed in yet another horrible plot.
May we find a sense of steady rhythm and purpose in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a pair of spent and crumpled deceiver mushrooms, their ochre caps collapsed and split around the edges, one squashed beneath a fallen twig.
