Not what I was going to do

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I had – I still have – a plan for a “proper” post about politics. But wow. While I’m on the mend from the nastier symptoms of that virus, the brain fog, the breathlessness and the fatigue.

It’s really draining and it’s not prompting me to get involved with anything serious or requiring thought this afternoon. (Breathlessness was not a factor here.)

Do narcoleptics feel tired all the time? Or is it just an “I feel fine zzzzzz” thing? I ask because I am constantly on the cusp of falling asleep today. And the dangers are real: a comfortable couch at the piano lesson. The subdued lighting at tonight’s dodgeball practice.

These things don’t help…

So the political post will wait for another day. Sadly, it’s not time sensitive: politics isn’t going anywhere.

Me? I’m going to bed.

Barn

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The recovery continues: now it just feels like I’ve got a nasty cold and my legs are made of concrete. Everything is taking so much effort to do. But I am getting there.

Only had time for a quick look at the photos I got over the weekend away, but this barn looked deliciously typical of the area, and deserved a snap. Trouble is, does it even count unless you stick a 1970s/80s film style sort of filter on it?

The faded reds are especially important.

I’ve obviously done some of that stuff, but then dialed it back a bit so as not to cause too much offence. But it’s been quite fun playing with some of the sliders to try and achieve that look.

Anyway, I’m not saying that I’ve nailed it. Just that it’s an approximation. But this photograph was taken on a digital camera in 2023. I didn’t just get it back from the local chemist after ticking the “Express Service” box.

Remember those days?

Idyllic

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Feeling very chilled out in the sticks. Yesterday evening was rough – I was not well – but I’m fighting back after a good night’s sleep and an additional nap this lunchtime.

Bit overcast this morning…

…but the muted yellows of the Klein Karoo scrub and the fresh greens of the local farmland really don’t need the full sun to make them pop.

And the mildly ethereal white horse finishes the view from the wood-fired hot tub nicely there.

Hoping for some clearer skies for a bit of night time ‘togging later, but that’s assuming I can find the energy to put up my tripod*.

* not a euphemism