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Today has turned out to be a sick day rather than a winding-down day. I left the winding-down a bit too long and everything hurts. I washed the dishes anyhow, because Mum's dropping by tomorrow on the way to Broken Hill and it makes her happier when my dishes are washed.

I'm determined to achieve something from the day, so I'm making medlar liqueur shortly. Then I'll rest until I can do something else small and then I'll do that. By tomorrow some things will have been done, even if the rest of the day is achey.

It's not a virus: it's an unhappy confluence of weather and hormones and overdoing things. This means that tomorrow should be better, as long as I'm gentle with myself today.

Meme-time

How long is it since I've done a meme? Almost-forever, I should think.

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