Magpies.

Yesterday was all about sense of humour failure.

She backed off, understanding perhaps that a daily barrage of hell about vaccinations and hell about travelling as well as hell about cancer treatment is far too much, and that there comes a point where I just can't. The rest of the day was spent feeling awful;a little work got finished, but not particularly well. I feel better today in so much as my mood is lighter and the brunt is sorted, but when I close my eyes, they want to stay closed.

I have a meeting tonight and a meeting tomorrow night, and it feels to me that I should forego one in order to be OK for the other; I'm very energy low and I need to gather my strength. So I will probably not go this evening unless something happens to make it necessary. A shame, I would love to catch up, but my body is saying the same as my mind was saying yesterday. I can't do it.

Still, yes, the day is better. I saw a whole flock of magpies, many more than 7. I couldn't count them. I think they were chasing off a pair of crows.