Mum, queen of the flames, attractor of the smoke

A fire in the garden in the late afternoon. I still smell of smoke now, despite fresh clothes. A lovely way to spend an hour.

Starting back with my PhD tomorrow comes with a lot of apprehension about how my body will hold up. Bad wrists, migraines, my body keeps throwing things at me, stopping me from working as well as I want. Or perhaps it's protecting me from taking on too much too soon… I'm not sure that's true.