Echinacea

When I went to bed last night I wasn’t feeling great, but put it down to tiredness.  I didn’t sleep well, and when I got up this morning I wasn’t feeling great.  I dragged myself into the shower, thinking that would brighten me up a bit and that I would then work from home.  It didn’t.  I got half-dressed and had to lie down on the bed.  I was feeling rubbish.  I messaged work, did a Covid test (it was negative)then crawled into bed.  I pretty much slept all day, sustained by ibuprofen, and a piece of toast in the middle of the afternoon.
 
I got up about 7pm, and heated up a tin of soup, then sat in front of the TV for a wee while.  When BB appeared home from rugby training, I went out for a wee bit of fresh air.  It was warm and muggy, so no fresh air to be had.  I went straight back to bed.  BB had his first day of gainful employment today and it seemed to go well.  He spent some of the day sitting in a deck chair with his feet up enjoying the sun, apparently!  I wish the world of work was like that.
 
Meanwhile TT was at The National gig at Edinburgh Castle.  I should have been there – but I was in my bed.  He said it was great and the weather was just perfect.
 
This ragged flower is in a pot by our back door.