Up early after an uncomfortable night of pain in the guts. Gah. Beginning to doubt my diagnosis of last week now. Used being up early to send off a wee a poetry manuscript and snap a photo of the retreating wolf moon.
Went briefly to hospital this morning to drop off Lorraine's twenty-four hour monitor into a tray in the cardiac outpatients in the hospital. The symptoms she was experiencing while highly stressed last year, have stopped. But good to get things sorted.
Then back home to struggle with a brief about cattle reproduction for the day from mes amis in Paris. A few short walks during the day. Cooked, and slumped in front of the TV.
Below the wolf moon slinking off into the west early this morning, pursued by a gull.