Goodnight friends! A scouring bristly rush of a cold breeze high in the trees. Ripping at the clouds, briefly enough to make a few honey-tinted hours of sunlight around midday, but mostly just transforming tall glowering heaps of cumulus into long collaged scraps and ribbons of layered and muddled greys. At least any chance of serious rain whipped overhead and away in a hurry. Leaf litter mostly too damp to stir, compacting into mouldering heaps.
Woke late and sore again, and my main mission of the day was slowly gearing myself up for a clinician video interview, an hour of going through my medical history with a doctor. He was very kind, but I still felt a little of the hunching, sweaty dread attached to many of my precious experiences with doctors. I think it went okay, and I’m possibly another step closer to actually being on this medical trial.
May we find renewed confidence in our capacity to learn and grow and overcome challenges today!
Image ID: Photo of a mushroom coming up through the grass among parchment linden leaves, possibly a trooping funnel or a camembert brittlegill with pale creamy edges battered and ragged showing the fine clockwork-like striations of its gills, while the darker brown centre of its cap has collapsed a little inward and has been filled by a tiny puddle of water.
