Goodnight friends! Grey and drizzling fitfully through early afternoon, but a brisk and moaning wind rose again. Poplars bent and quivered, fallen leaves seethed and flopped with wet whispers and we had another fresh pale sky as the too-rapid evening set in, slashed by long pale peach streamers of cloud.
More insomnia and unrestful sleep, more aches than yesterday and listless, doughy malaise weighing on me over the day. Mind a little less foggy, but body largely too leaden to do much with it. I got to concentrate on some TV, which was a nice change, but hard not to feel like I’m just whiling days away I want to be doing something with.
May we find our senses of wonder and curiosity renewed today!
