It hasn’t been the best week, but on the upside, I’m still alive, unlike some, and I’m fortunate in that I can be sick and exhausted in peace, unlike many. It feels like a lost week, I’ve been so out of it. One can’t afford to lose weeks at my age–there’s not a surplus to begin with, as I’ve been so disconcertingly reminded. I hate feeling unhelpful, unproductive, and bed-bound, it’s unnatural. Even my garden is out there being productive, with no help from me, thanks to all the rain. But I’m not disabled or out of the game yet. GKids to indulge, wildlife to observe, bad news to ignore, so little time.