A day of rest

Still here. Editing pictures from the Spain holiday (which by the way was marvellous, so many beautiful things to see, and so many lovely people!). Just thought I'd drop y'all a line.

My knee is still buggered, more so since yesterday. I went out to do a little light shopping and then to the allotment, which looks terrible. Seems the only thing that really wants to grow is weeds. But then, that was probably to be expected in the first year of a piece of land that's been out of use for years. On the way back, I took a step and the knee joint sort of went backwards, as if I wanted to lock it but almost futher than that. Suffice it to say that I used a bag of frozen peas to cool it town once I got home, and there is now ibuprofen salve on it. Hobble, hobble. But I know that it is not the joint that is hurt, it's the muscles and sinews around it, so that should heal at some point, yes?

It appears I needed a lot of sleep. I woke up at eight this morning, had a cup of coffee, ate a slice of bread, got a migraine, went back to bed at ten, woke up again at three. Headache's gone, but so is the day.

Good things: I can see the sun! It just poked below the cloud cover and is now shining into my living room. There should be a beautiful sunset in a few minutes. I've been using the remainder of today to get some of my writing in order and have a look at works in progress. I've watched a little bit of TV and finished a sock. And tomorrow is another day off so yay!