Low ebb

I spent some time today pulling my surplus paintings from beneath the bed, prior to swapping the beds tomorrow. It was wonderful to see them for the first time in six years. 

Inevitably I propped them up against the walls and simply gazed, drinking them in. Some of them are mine, some are brother #1's (he's a proper trained artist), others are pictures I picked up at exhibitions and galleries over the years (in the days when I earned money). All have their place in my life and my heart.

The gazing session led to exchanging several of them with other paintings on the walls. I walked into the study just now - where I changed four pictures - and it felt like a different space.

After that I needed a lie down, and two hours later I woke up to discover this furry thing had crept up onto the bed without disturbing me, despite snuggling up close. She is so sweet. We both settled down for more drifting in and out of sleep. 

My energy levels are still infuriatingly low. The doctor did tell me it could take anything between one and two weeks to get back to normal, but of course I assumed I'd be full of beans by now.

Screen time is still limited, although I am getting to a few journals now. Please bear with me.

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