It's a beautiful morning - the air is fresh and fragrant, and sunny and cool, after two or three days of thunderstorms that left the grass bright green.
I feel neither beautiful nor bright, however, having been Struck Down by a cold and left to feel much like sludge. Fortunate as I am not to have had this happen during my sabbatical, I can't help wishing I had napped more then, shoring up reserves instead of squandering them on shameless amounts of productivity.
Very soon I will gather my energy and set up a sick chair outside so I can enjoy this change in the weather as far as possible, but for now, I think I need another cup of something hot and a cosy blanket. Another kind of beautiful morning.
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