I’m presently laying in bed looking out at a very dark morning, but in the background I can hear birds singing. I wish I knew which bird or birds are singing. It’s such a lovely wake up call.
I’ve fed the animals, made a cup of tea and waiting to see how I feel. There must be so so many of us who lay quietly contemplating which bit hurts more, or perhaps a new pain has come to light.
Nothing much doing today and for that I’m grateful. Don’t want unexpectedness in my life because it’s not always good is it?