Today I have been feeling not quite myself. Nothing specific, but it could be the humidity we’ve had for a few days.
My breathing is affected by humidity and tires me. I have spent time writing, talking with my cousin, daughter, and just left a zoom event held by The Poetry Society. I was late. This is happening quite often, I’m sad to say. Being late.
I had a nap earlier and whilst drifting into sleep it seemed I could feel the turning of the Earth. I haven’t felt this for years. It’s not just that I feel the Earth turning but today it was like I could feel myself suspended by gravity and a vacuum. This sensation goes back to nightmares I had early on with PTSD.
I slept for a round an hour or so and then did some things in the house and garden. I have finally been able to plant my hanging baskets but they need more soil, so are not hung yet.
The zoom meeting was very good, excellent in fact. I listened and did not comment. I was not on the agenda.
It’s good to be aware of one’s appearance on zoom. I remembered to reapply my lippy.
I’ve just watered the garden. The rose for my sister is in bloom. I have watched the bud for two weeks now. I sat and ate strawberries while I looked at it.
My strawberries are lush. So sweet and falling apart on biting. It is so satisfying to eat what one has grown.
I still need to cut away some tomato leaves. It will make the plants less heavy and more sun will reach the crop,
So now I am exhausted. I’m aware of discomfort but not pain. My ankle was very slightly puffy today but not painful, just reminding me it needs rest.
I’m going to have a glass of rose wine as there is no chocolate in the house. I hope to sleep well, despite the sultry evening.
I am a bit low. All my friends are back at work and though I’m used to that I haven’t seen them in ages.
I’m not going to change my behaviour now that lockdown is over. I’m going to wait.