I give thanks for the big yellow moon reflecting gold on the surface of the sea last night. For the all's-right-with-the-world sound of the street cleaning machine doing its rounds early in the morning. For earplugs back in to block the exceptionally loud and raucous seagull (and that's saying a lot!) that started up soon after.
In a rather glum and gloomy mood this last twenty four hours I give thanks for not brooding on probable 'causes' or potential but unobtainable 'cures' neither of which processes I find in the least helpful. It is what it is, just have to get through it...all things must pass and all that...
For tackling domestic tasks I'd feel no better for having left undone despite little enthusiasm but plenty of fatigue and cramp in the hands. Ditto some mosaic and reading an enjoyable but cumbersome book.
For managing to get outside for a brief breath of fresh(ish) air on an overcast day, weaving between the knots of oblivious tourists blocking pavements and pathways to the veg shop. For a slight detour to see ducks and ducklings actually raising a smile! For a nap. For leftovers so I didn't have to cook...but cooking a pineapple and ginger pudding anyway to create a sense of being comforted and looked after...and washing up afterwards too.
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