|09:11 pm - Weary|
Oh, January is not my month. I am in my usual January funk, regular as clockwork. Funks happen when I feel unable to go places easily: and well, yeah. What with ice and knees, my ambit is certainly limited. Funks also happen when I start to feel unsteady: and what with sinuses and knees, yeah, a certain totteriness is observable. Funk will vanish when I get back to shoes or on bicycle, whichever. (Funk didn't happen in the non-winter of 2012 because I was on the bicycle for most of it. QED.)
But until I began to weary of the daily walks home on spasming legs, I was actually enjoying the indoors winter. Tea and crumpets and good books. Very pleasant. Hope to return to that.