That was January, then

The month I couldn't even get the calendar to hang straight
The month I returned to work after a brief holiday at home
(Cornwall was a very long time ago)
The month in which nothing else happened, apparently

Wait!

I wrote: I climbed; the light returned,
I walked; I ran: I worked, I baked
I roamed with dinosaurs, in palaces of wood
I watched the rising sun, and wiped a hundred noses.

Today I have mostly been staying in bed. The headache has just about gone, as has the nausea (thank God!) so I can eat again. Life does have a point, after all. I'm reading Patient by Ben Watts, one of my Christmas books. Wonderful writing, although dealing with a tricky and personal subject: that of a mysterious, life threatening episode of illness and hospitalisation.