Session 3 of the acupuncture is over, thank heavens. I can honestly say that this is never going to be a favourite thing of mine. Never. The needle in my hand was vibrating all by itself. Bizarre. And the ones in the leg were less than pleasant. WAY less. But the nurse who does it is away for a while so I get a short break. Good. I feel like a pincushion, and leave the place yawning my head off. I know I need a nap right now.
It has been a quiet weekend around here. The garden is almost finished now, and just things like the leeks and peppers are still growing. The flowers keep blossoming and it will take the first frost to stop them I imagine. That is not here yet.
I have spent an inordinately long time on the couch just musing while quilting. It is a great way to keep warm. The musing has been about nothing in particular and everything in general, and there has been an element of melancholy to my thinking for the past couple of days. I have no idea why, but it has just been there. A quiet kind of melancholy. Resigned kind. You know what I mean? It could just be that I am finally accepting the limitations imposed on the way I live now. It could also just be that I am a little weary. Or that I have some big legal decisions to make, as I am reminded by great friends. Or that I hate inept officialdom. Or that I need something to look forward to. Or that it is just life. Why do things have to be so complicated and have many possible consequences you have to consider in minute detail????
I went to see if there was any sign of my glasses today. No luck at the ranger's office, and I tried a little part of the path just to see if a miracle would happen, but unfortunately, today is not my day for miracles. Sigh. I will have to do something about them soon. Maybe in a week or so. The energy levels are rock bottom. Everything can wait.
I sound positively comatose. That's it for now. I will be back when I can think of something to talk about.