Counting satellites was abruptly replaced by counting trains last night. I was genuinely amazed by just how many freight trains rumble through the valley at 2 AM. This geographical revelation only came to light because I was wide awake, struggling to breathe thanks to a vicious sore throat that decided to kick in all over again. Damn this cold.
Today was, without sugar-coating it, a thoroughly rough day.
I couldn’t think straight, I had absolutely no energy, my body ached, and breathing remained a genuine struggle. Summer colds really are the absolute worst.
In fact, the only saving grace to come out of the entire twenty-four hours was a bit of automotive relief: the Porsche Cayenne passed its MOT with flying colours. At least one mechanism in my life is running smoothly.
Goodbye…
Forwards and occasionally sidewards - everyday musings of life 
Leave a comment