My head feels bad today. My body hurts, my head hurts. I can barely walk. There is a sharp pain on the left side of my neck that has greatly reduced my head’s mobility.
I’ve blogged three times today, this makes four. I feel like I’m shouting into the abyss, but I am drawn to carry on. Maybe this whole blogging diary thing won’t work.
If you’d like to know what I’m waffling about, the winter of my discontent, the subject on which now everything I draw, try my book The Lemay Leveller. It’s a read that is bound to surprise.