Today was all grey. I hurt too much to go to work. I hate to admit it, but I may have rushed back in too soon. More enthusiasm than sense…
The ribs are slightly easier after a quiet day, but the rest cure’s driving me madder. Stuck inside my own head, with the same thoughts going endlessly round and round.
I could do with some light and hope.
In good news, That Boy is blazing his way through year 6. This is what learning should look like. He’s so full of ideas and enthusiasm that he can’t stop writing, orating (in one of his range of aliases), drawing pictures… maybe I should hand the blog over to him until Spring comes.