Changes

This is why I'm tired! (Well, partly.) There are mountains more weeds to remove but the change is marked.

During a cycle ride up the hill I lost one of my lovely warm, winter bike mitts. What was it doing in my pocket in midsummer? You might well ask. I did. I wondered whether it mattered to me enough to cycle up the hill again to look for it and decided it didn't.
A bit later Timpsons told me it's my watch that's dead, not the battery. I'm going to practise being a person who doesn't own a watch, again.
Both together were a strange echo of two years ago.

In better news, the joiner came to measure out the-space-that's-not-right-angles into which he'll build me a wardrobe. Work was supposed to start in May but this is progress. He asked me to scan and send him my drawings. My scanner is very, very old and everything it scans comes out blue but he doesn't mind. He's going to turn my drawings into something buildable.