I believe I have contracted the dreaded lurgi. No really, I have.
The grey has gripped me,
my bones are cold,
my new shoes are getting ruined by the wet,my garden has withered and drooped.
Time to retreat indoors.
I feel like this:
Wilted, ears ringing, scratchy throat and a head full of self-pity.
I need comfort,
a square mile of knitting to snuggle under and call it work,
a little light,
and some medicine
and I’ll be grand.