Whoops. Lost a day. It is possible that it fell down the back of the sofa.
Here are some lambs and daffodils instead.
Sometimes it is a relief just to embrace cliché, and what could be more obvious in springtime than small sheep and daffs?:
Not even so much as a hill.
Ha ha ha. I laugh in the face of crappy time management. It’s all I can do, now.
And now I’m going to sit very still in a darkened room until I get my temporal bearings back.