Goodnight friends! A flat, sun-washed pale blue sky as morning clouds steam away and temperatures keep rising, up to 22°c in the afternoon. Swathes of bluebells misting the grass and packed between gravestones. Straw-coloured plume moths with many-spurred legs and stiff T wings unravelling at the tips into thready tatters perch at the tips of grass stems, shiny black sap-sucking beetles smaller than rice grains cluster around the stamens of celandines like drinkers crowding an open bar.
A slight feverish feeling and swollen throat, head overstuffed, and occasional bouts of coughs and sneezes. Inarguably feels like a cold now, which I’m grateful for because it’s feeling less and less like another relapse on the heels of the last, and because it seems so far like a mild one. I mostly loafed around today, feeling drained and uncomfortable in my skin. A little writing and loose prep for a session zero meetup with my TTRPG group, moved online to avoid spreading any germs.
May we find care and community in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of the head and shoulders of a fox standing among shaggy emerald grass, black-backed ears warily pricked as it seems to regard the camera sidelong, pale sandy orange brow slowly fading into a deep umber on its flanks.
Photo of a hawthorn hedge looming up into a bright, empty blue sky, densely-packed bunches of small, brilliantly sunwashed white flowers like foam sprayed across the green leaves.
