Goodnight friends! Pale whitish-grey mottled overcast sky, so colourless as to seem strangley invisible. Abput as warm as yesterday, but what fickle breeze there was blew cold. Jaunty dialtone chirrups from birds hidden in the shaggy cedar hedges. Slow, smoky insinuating honey scent of flowers, detectable even with my still-stuffy nose.
Wavering, fickle coldish feeling still with me, swallowing gritty-painful and sinuses a constant swollen pressure around my eyes, sometimes red hot and pulsing, other moments a dim muffled overfullness. Slept badly too, unsurprising but doesn’t help. Not much motivation beyond mechanically taking care of the basics and trying to pace myself around that.
May we accept and allow our feelings today without rejection or clinging!