Goodnight friends! Seething, shifting weather, a golden blaze of a morning, shifting and whirling in and out of several brief, explosive downpours. A thick, clammy fetor of fungus and decay and damp pine needles hangs in cold air, a toothed edge to the chill even on the fleeting bright hours.
Feeling of creaking, sandpapery pain deep in my joints, and an accompanying slow fatigue from sleeping badly, but about as manageable overall as yesterday, and again I settled down and wrote for a while, hopefully seeing the continuing dermatitis breakout on my hand settle down to the point where I’ll be drawing again soon.
May we find a broader, more stable perspective from which view our emorions and circumstances today!
