It has been a productive day. I finished the garden, with a mental note that next time I think I am well enough for these things, I should question my sanity. Seriously. At least twice.
My forearms look like they have lost a wrestling match with a pincushion and I am seriously going off nettles.. well, not really, the insects love them and they have so many uses. But not where I don’t want them.
And I believe I may have accumulated a number of baby spiders in my hair from the honeysuckle hedge and the clematis.
I’ve done stuff for my son, fitted new windscreen wiper arms finally, laundry, ironing, a couple of blog posts and untold emails.
I’ve researched and written up an in depth overview of sixty ancient gods for the 2014 Silent Eye workshop… oh but that is going to be such fun… and answered student diaries.
I’ve even rescued Ani from the sparrows that mobbed her when she tried to tell me the first baby bird was stuck down the side of the shed.
Ani, meanwhile, has protected me from pigeons, brought all her toys back outside and dug up the sofa, she appears to think it was funny.
For some reason, I’m a little tired tonight.
Of course, what I haven’t done is dinner. And although I have just taken the final antibiotic of the fortnight and my stomach may soon return to a modicum of normality, I am grateful for lunch with my son. A small matter of smoked salmon and teriyaki mushrooms.
So… shower, toast and bed, I think.
Except there is a journal to write up, twenty to midnight or not….