Rain bounces on the lean-to roof. Dog barks. One eye opens. Eventually I realise that it's my eye. Watch the tall fronded trees sigh in pale grey daylight. Tea is fetched to my bedside.
Hours, somewhere, are ticking by. I can't hear them. I sleep.
Hunger puts my feet on the stairs. Feed a cold, that's the old wisdom. Starve a fever. What does a cold like to eat? Fruit and yoghurt is what it gets.
In the post today: my copy of the book I illustrated. Sense of achievement prompts further action.
Pour coffee into brain. Write. Stories for papers about our students getting new belt levels- done. One essay required for request to take Second Dan grading- done. One chunk of novel- done.
Three ticks earns a rest.
Trees wave, eyes drop, dog woofs, rain drums.