Yesterday I weeded and trimmed a small part of the raspberry hedges. I meant to continue the work today but my body screamed and swore at me — obedient as I am I immediately abandoned the idea.
Unfortunately it is not only my body that is slow and stale today — my brain function (function?) like syrup that has been kept in the fridge. I read a page and wonder what I've read; I look at the screen and wonder what I'm supposed to do at the computer. After looking at several pages and staring at the screen for a while I put on a sweater and a jacket and a shawl and brought a blanket with me out on our tiny verandah.
