And yet more brevity

Posted by Tania Kindersley.

One of the things I love most in the world is doing this funny little blog. But just now my brain is stretched to the limit with the final leg of the book, and by the time I get to the end of the day, my cerebellum feels like a blank canvas, from which all sentient thought has been wiped. So I apologise for not giving you the good stuff just at the moment.

I have a dim sense that there are things happening, out there in the world, but I do not know what they are. Even when I do hear the news, the words run through my head like water, so that five minutes later I cannot quite remember what they were.  My own world has shrunk to the size of my desk, where I sit, reading, researching, tap tap tapping away at the keyboard, attempting to think interesting thoughts.

I do 1198 words. I feel a sense of inevitable momentum, sometimes good, sometimes not so good. The end is coming now, rolling down the track. I can’t concentrate on anything else.

It is a still, sunny day. The heron is down by the burn and the jackdaws are chattering in the woods. I feel a bit worn out and bashed up. There have been complicated things, just lately, which are hard to deal with. I yearn for simplicity.

Come on, I tell myself. Keep bashing on. Take your iron tonic. Count your blessings. Make some soup. Everything feels better after soup.

 

Photographs today are of the blessings. Even when I feel a bit exhausted and disgruntled, like I do at the moment, I still have lovely things on which to rest my tired eyes:

And I have The Pigeon, a creature of such grace and beauty that the mere sight of her makes me smile:

Love this quizzical look:

And here she is, in full regal mode:

And the hill:

Sorry that was on rather a plaintive note. I am going to add more spinach to my diet and see if that does the trick.