waste

 Breakfast today, as with the last few days. The intention to get up and go for a walk early to be able to do other things afterwards is thwarted by a leaden tiredness. Despite being warmly dressed, the legs and the arms start to feel uncomfortably cold. Certainly, the breakfst was good, but the required energy to get up and to go for a walk is just missing.

Lie down on the couch in the sitting room and listen to the clock ticking. Wake up, not knowing why  or where or anything really at all. Just the strangest of thoughts and the oddest of nightmares remain after falling asleep. The details of the nightmares are gone, they are just a confused mess of being held and being unable to move. Just the sensation of unpleasantness remains.

Decide to stay at home until the heaviness in the head has gone. Take a headache pill, and make a cup of coffee to wash it down. Read about all kinds of things on the computer, and look at yesterdays pictures.

These are pretty, but no good.

A frozen bush

In the evening, things are better. Take a walk up to the castle through the park. People out walking say hello, even strangers. Look at the Rhea birds, and continue down to the river.

Attempt to take pictures there, but as it is dark now, these pictures will be even more experimental than usual. 

And after shopping for soap in the pharmacy and cosmetics shop, go home.

A wasted day, just not feeling well at all.