IT’S WET. Very wet. The pond, which has a slow leak, has been effortlessly topped up. Went out to lunch with a friend – as we walked (scampered?) back to her car the already incessant rain seemed to quadruple in strength. Got soggy earlier trying to batten down the rabbit hutch (so Charlie didn’t get soggy).
I haven’t done any work today but decided to stop feeling guilty about it and allow myself to recharge and refresh my mind. I think I’ve been experiencing overload on a few fronts, battling the tiredness, trying to be productive and failing – at least at what I thought was productive. The house is terribly gloomy in this weather but a little lamplight made a cosy afternoon, plus another very lovely friend ran across the road with gorgeous lemon drizzle cake. Aren’t friends wonderful? I feel constantly blessed by them.
Anyway, as I’ve deliberately turned down my mind today I have no great philosophical statements to make.
But it is wet. Most definitely.