lurching around having fallen out of bed earlish

slept in on a dark and dreary wet November morn

driven over the hill and across to Great Auntie's house where since it is I I can relapse

stumbling aroundhave gotten out of bed

slowly making progress despite the resistance

turning her very unwilling nose towards that grind stone of prayer book -oh well

going to bed - klank

semi awake

trying to corral herself to do her sangha work - still lots of things running loose in the paddock.

Good morning world - yawn stretch