Whatever possessed me to cycle to work today of all days, I haven't the slightest idea. It looked kind of still and delicate out there by the time I left home. Grey sky, no birdsong, freezing wind from the north. At 3 pm tiny icy pellets started to hammer on my office window and I actually felt very adventurous looking out. By the time I got ready to cycle home, my bike was covered in a white crust and I bravely tightened my hood and set off into the sunset. Only it wasn't a sunset but a forest path covered in ice. All 7 km of it. Which I had to walk while it was getting very dark. There were a couple of other
cyclists idiots on the way and we muttered our greetings like the fools we were. Even R could not stop himself sniggering, why on earth did you take the bicycle. Ha ha and bloody ha.
My lovely immunologist left a message on the answerphone that I should go for one week without immune suppression to give the stomach and the gums and the esophagus and whatever else a chance to heal. There are so many sore areas that I fear a week will not be enough but one must accept the little blessings. And hope for the best.
I really miss coffee. Badly.