29 01 2024

 

- still lingering. Today is the first that I've woken up feeling free of the bad thing that's been living in me, though still hacking a cough. Twenty days ill. Feels like months.

So, in my absence, an attic has been emptied into a studio. Started trying to sort it today. Not that sensible, given the dust and debris...

and had another go at Pete's portrait. 

Seen a courting couple of herons; a dipper; a shag; buds are appearing. Not so much awareness of lurking death now that life returns.