niw dressed and trying to make a little sense of my body. I suspect to actually make sense of Fibro would be a kin to star travel. So here I am more exhausted than usual not particularly witty but here never the less I am here.
Weather it looks grey and slight breeze is ruffling the trees, if the sun burns its way through the layer of soft cloud it will break into another lovely day. Certainly the pollen count is high (she says as she sniffles) I remember my Dad getting terribly cross over sniffles "Use a handkerchief or leave the table" he would bellow at me. I left the table it was easier.
Today I am going to endeavour to empty my table it is where I sit and live through the day, gradually it has amassed a vast array of detritus rather like the way my body has achieved so many things wrong with it.
So everyone I do hope you have had a reasonably good night and are feeling ready for the new day.
Have a gentle day
the swan is blowing bubbles !