Sunday's photograph (no painting today)

Popeye is doing very well now.

I had a bad sleepless night.

And we had another electric power cut last night. 

My fibromyalgia kicked off to new heights last night and no meds worked, and my skin was itchy as heck. My itchy skin has been really bad this year, and doesn't let up.
Popeye has been the best carer last night. He's been attentive, hasn't left my side. He's followed me to the bathroom and sat and waited then walked back to bedroom with me, then waited until I got back in bed before he jumped back on and then settled on my left side. And got up and came with me each time I tried a med, got a cuppa, put cream on etc etc. For some reason he settled on my left side all night, like he knows something I don't.

And this is a cat who has had several serious heatstrokes this summer, and one a couple of days ago, yet he has enough nowse/nouse (how to spell this?)/empathy to fully understand I am in distress.

My food choices yesterday were good/perfect, so it's not that.

I need to turn this around today, now. But how?

Sun is out. Garden is beautiful and very active. Hundreds of sparrows quarrelling at the feeders (they appear to be flying in flocks with all this year's babies) and these teenage babies are learning social skills starting with squabbling and fighting for attention. Sparrow parents appear to have decided my garden is the nursery, mid school, and high school learning ground. And I appear be in parental locus, along with the goldfinches who also appear to be the security guards as well giving out alarm calls of approaching predators which includes magpies and ravens as well as cats. If the young sparrows can survive the cats, heffalump pigeons, marauding birds, which they have so far, then my garden is an Academy of Excellence.

This photo was taken with my phone from my bed through the open window so I cannot get close enough. 

Going out to replace those suet balls.

Take care.