Well, it’s been the weather for it…
There seem to be signs of the autumn to come (some nice rain here), but how can it still be so muggy, even though the temperature’s dropped?
It’s been a week of fatigue – not sure why – but I still feel like I should be doing something. Even when my body’s saying, “Please don’t!” But I did have a day of reading today, and didn’t even feel guilty 🙂
The week started off with a scan. Just a check up sort of thing, but the department I had to go to is now in the process of packing up to move, and the only available appointment was a few hours after I phoned.
It was a nuclear scan, so I had to breathe in argon gas, and get some other radioactive tracer injected.
Sadly, I have yet to exhibit any superpowers.
On the plus side, I haven’t been called in by the doctor, so everything seems to be good.
I had to stretch my arms above my head to keep them out of the way of the camera thingy (it rotates around the bed), so that caused aches in more places than I would have expected…
The machine reminded me of the shuttlecraft from the original Star Trek.
You can just see a lifting trolley thingy at the back there. Somehow, I don’t think it would be much use with the scanner!
Today started with an involuntary sleep in. Probably the grey raininess, but I didn’t realise how late it was.
A friend came over to help my Babe cut down the firestick tree by the front steps. If you’ve visited us in this house, you can now be reassured of safety from the possible threat of toxic sap. Or tripping over the branches that were growing through the steps.
I’m content right now, with the day, and my part in it.
Maybe sleep will be earlier, and then the waking…
the rain will come, or it will disappear.
And the roses will die –
but not before capturing the last of the raindrops.
And if you need to feel a sort of nostalgic sadness to match the rain, here’s a song I’ve been listening to this week…
❤
1000 Fields of Roses 