One of those days when you push and push and feel as if you have been on the go all day and in the evening you see what you have achieved, absolutely nothing apart from having got through the day.
I look outside to my husband's Christmas tree with the lights all lit, the fire is up the chimney, the dogs are asleep and the preds are controlling the latest flare to the best of their ability. All is right with the world, as it is ever going to be, so, something to eat and maybe a glass of wine and then try to sleep, which is difficult on the preds, but if sleep is not possible, then I'll do some housework and try and banish the latest cobwebs. I just wish I could banish the cobwebs from the brain!
My warmest wishes to you all, for a good night's sleep and wake in the morning with fewer symptoms than you went to bed with, maybe tomorrow will not feel like a treacle day.