Carpe diem?

This absurd photo actually captures what turned out to be the best half hour of today. Himself having descended into full lurgie mode, despite which he got up and made tea as usual, returned to bed and spent much of the day therein, beginning from when I got up and went down for breakfast. I was clearly breakfasting alone; it was a glorious morning. Why bother setting a table for myself? I'd made up my mind in a trice. And so it came about that I put my cereal together- it's quite a layered sort of collection of stuff - gave the garden table a quick wipe over, and took my breakfast in the sun, all alone, in birdsongy silence. I haven't done that in 20 years, and it was excellent.

It couldn't last, of course - not only was this Thursday, I'd not done any shopping since we came home and there are limits to what can be done without some fresh vegetables at least, even when one is barely eating. Besides, there's a weekend coming up, and I'm never going actually to want to go shopping ... So that's what I did. The shop was seething, the shelf-stacking men who knew me all remarked that I was late, I took far longer than usual ... and then when I got home I had to unpack it all and put it away (not usually my job).

I shall draw a veil over much of the rest of the day. The weather clouded over; it rained a bit. I drove Himself to the doctor and went back for him when he was done (there's not much parking nearby). He vanished, and I was texted by friends and had phone calls ...

As the result of one of which I ended up back in A&E to get the fierce inflammation inside my mouth checked to make sure it wasn't an allergic reaction to the antibiotic I'd taken two of before I decided they were doing me no favours. I arrived just after 6pm, and there was one man waiting.

I came home at 9pm, relieved to be told it was linked to the drug but not an allergy, with a prescription for a suitable mouthwash as the usual ones are merely irritant. I made an omelette and shared it with a briefly resurrected Himself while we watched the women's football. I drank some box wine (again!) which I can't taste properly just now anyway, and came upstairs about midnight. 

Extra photo is of the amazing orange moonrise over the Firth of Clyde just after midnight.