Waking to a sun-rising on a Monday morning, a strong coffee after the clot buster designed to thin the blood enough to disperse the pesky clots sufficiently but not too much, is an imprecise calculation, especially since previous blood thinners have been known to cause problems themselves. Still, there you go, you pays your money you takes your chance ... this human body is complex indeed, and don't even start on the Mind! Such a mysterious place the human mind ... creating images to inspire fear, horror, comfort, all in waking consciousness. .. then there's dreaming creating meaning which is not always easy to decipher. Of course guiding ones dreams is an art in itself, though last night's dream took its own course, reflecting the story from The King's Speech last night and especially the relationship between The Duke of York, soon to be George V1, and Lionel his speech therapist. Weird or what!
Meanwhile, in the virtual world, news of the Resistance comes through describing the Convoy descending on Central London creating traffic chaos, though strangely mainstream media doesn't seem to have noticed it. Also Reiner Fuelmich bringing his evidence before the courts of Crimes against Humanity and Child Abuse. Strange times we're living in as pennies drop, all cause mortality stats stack up to show all is not well ... unless of course you believe bio-weaponry and psychological warfare is the way to go.
Before lunch things were peaceful in The Retreat House, with a nutritious and delicious meal of eggs, foĺlowed by blackberry crumble and no visitors expected until the kind friend from the village returned from her philosophy class on zoom.
About 3 in the afternoon John from the Hub arrived for a chat and surprised to hear about the blood clot business. Shortly after Diana called and chatted for a while before walking home, leaving about ten minutes before the kind friend arrived for supper of soup and a video of Downton Abbey, which was fascinating and historical from the times of servants and masters, inheritances and stately homes.
Now they're mostly National Trust of course.
Tomorrow? Who knows? Best leave it as another mystery, though a trip to Cragside's not out of question ...
Good night dear mysterious readers!
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