Everything feels very busy at the moment. My week has been full of appointments, writing and of course listening. Now I have a new pile of books to factor into the equation.
Sometimes I buy books knowing full-well I'll never read them. It almost seems besides the point. But this February I plan to make some sort of amends, as and when I find the time.
I'm not sure yet what the weekend has in store. I hope there will be trails. Perhaps I will run. Maybe cycle. With or without plans the time will unfold, and we will see what arises. Nature Letters 4 is now sent, and I have time for a tea. Briefly.
Outside, this moment is grey and thin. The chickens need feeding and I feel on the edge of the day.