Tuesday's painting...

......Yesterday, I felt ancient.
Went to the shops, and had to sort some paperwork somewhere else.
I do walk with a walker when I am out. I am a bit slow.
I am pretty certain I didn't look that bad. But people were helping me.
And then I needed to cross a busy road. I don't normally cross busy roads because I am slow. But I had parked the car on one side of the busy road because of stuff to get on that side, and I needed also to go to the immediate opposite side of the road.
But I didn't have enough energy to get the walker back in the car, get in the car, and somehow park on the other side, and then get out of the car again and struggle getting the walker out of the car again, (there was no nearby spaces anyway).
So, the traffic slowed down for me, and then this lady rushes over and holds my left elbow, waving for the traffic the other way to stop also. And a tall gentleman is on the right side of me walking alongside me also. It was like time had slowed down, and I was watching myself on one of those YouTube 'kindness to decrepit old ladies clip'.
I thanked them both on the other side of the road. 
And then everything/time sped up again and they were gone, and everything was back to Covid normal...

I was shattered when I got home, and went to bed for a couple of hours. 
When I woke up, the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day, and Popeye wanted his walk round the garden. So harness and lead on him, and he takes me to the Potting Shed. He wanted to be in there for a bit.

So while I had the chance, I opened all doors and windows of the bungalow and got some cutting stuff to give the garden a haircut from its long tresses. 
I am NOT decrepit, I tell myself. The sun is only on my head this time of year, it doesn't reach the ground again for a few months.
It was so nice the sun being on my head and shoulders, that it gave me energy and I forgot the time, until the sun went down, and it is suddenly cold.
I collect cat from potting shed. Put harness and lead on him. He is faster than me and is pulling me back into the bungalow.

I get in, shut all doors and windows. Go to make a cuppa, and then I realise I am very decrepit. I cannot move. I am broken in two. The pain in my back, and lower back. I go back to bed. Cat comes to check on me, and decides not to sleep on me as usual (as I am probably giving out pain vibes), and so sleeps alongside me all night. He doesn't wake me for food in the night, but sits patiently besides me until I manage to get out of bed, wash his dishes and feed him. That was 4 am this morning. I needed more painkillers anyway. 

If I had a bath, which I don't, it would be Epsom salts and me floating n a full bath...I wish I had a floatation chamber...

My plans for today were the next town, to get some odds and ends I need before the next lockdown on 28th Dec, I think it is for Wales. 

But I do feel too decrepit today...

Here is my painting in Procreate. It is Tryfan, Snowdonia. My fingers are stiff and clumsy this morning, so painting is just a landscape today. No detail.