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Today I'm faded and ancient. It's a day for pottering and taking things easy and forgetting that (except when I taught) that the last two days have been spent almost entirely in bed and on much medication.

Today is a day for eschewing pain relievers. For drinking hot tea. For washing dishes. For mumbling to the pain that is my head that it should either behave or I'll unscrew it and leave it in the cupboard. Today is a day for naps and dreams and wishes.

I can't think of anything else to do when I'm faded and ancient except water my tomatoes.