So far so OK

Work, good work, work I could sustain for more than 20 minutes. Then exhaustion and now a day when I feel too tired to do anything. Not quite anything, I must take Dervish to the vets, and R can't help me because he is actually ill, as opposed to me flopping around on these stupid drugs. But two things; yes, I can work for longer, albeit not that long, also - and maybe this is just asking for hubris to strike - I have not had an actual proper illness type illness for a while. I am attributing this new power to ginger shots every morning.
There is improvement, though when work stops I then noodle on pointless things for ages. It feels like I am frittering time, as though I can do anything as long as it does not require focus or concentration. Annoying.

We watched Rick Stein's Secret France last night before the rugby. Here's a drinking game; get your whisky or wine or whatever and take a sip every time he says the word Provence. It worked so well we booked a holiday there for later on. Sicily too this year, but that's about family reunion. Plans for Berlin will have to wait, we need sunshine.

Gosh, stupid, it's 9.20 am and my eyes are closing. Ugh. But looking forward and back, no doubt things are getting better.