26 Apr 2024

26.04.2024 Spring is ris.

 ~o~

  Friday 26th 39F/4C. Overcast with rain and wind. 

 Up at 6.45 after one of the worst nights of my life. I was coughing constantly. Awake more than asleep. I'd put my record number of visits to the fire bucket at 18. I imagined an hour had passed since the last time. But was peeing at quarter of an hour intervals according to the clock. I'd had nothing to drink, since lunch, except for a small glass of water. Nothing to eat since lunch except a biscuit. 

 10.30 Raining hard and blowing. 8mm of rain since I emptied the gauge yesterday evening. I have just lit the stove because the room had dropped to 62F/16.7C. Still coughing. It feels more shallow than previously. More akin to a clear-out. Rather than an attempt to stir the murky depths.

 16.00 Increasingly aware of sleeping while seated at the computer. I can't stay awake! Dare I have an afternoon nap? Alarm clock as an arrester wire. To avoid the old afterburner from overshooting the runway.

 16.45 Safely resurfaced. I found that controlling my breathing. To the barely alive. Kept me just below the wheezing level. Where I was guaranteed to trigger a coughing bout.

 17.00 71F/21C in the room. A pretense of sunshine. Needs more rehearsal. The brighter light is emphasizing the sudden burst of leaves onto the scene. The hedges look well enough for a top trim. Hopefully before they get away from me. 

 It had taken this long for them to recover from my onslaught of two years ago. Nature can sometimes overcome an NDE. Aided and abetted by a 150-year, record rainfall in April. [Since records began in 1874.] It makes a change from warmest and coldest ever. That was last week.

 I have been seeing movement out of the corner of my eye for days. Through the window and towards the main entrance door. Today the culprit spent some time perched on a sloping bar. A tiny wren was using the bar as a base to forage all around the area. A wren used to nest above the door under the roof overhang. I'll have to check for a nest. Wrens have a lovely song.

 Dinner was mackerel on toast. With a beer.

 

 

  ~o~

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