last monday, the sun came out and we went into the woods. perfect light and leaves, and just warm enough for a pub lunch outside. all that good British stuff, wellies and tea and chat. a much needed escape, and it's been raining ever since, so that was it, it's winter now i think.
with more hours in my week, as of late, i feel tired. a fretful tiredness that is hard to shake. so i swim. or i walk. some movement, head clearing action. and order books.
but then things might change again, just like that, i might change them. and so i take back my time, gladly.