Made it to the park on a rollator walk.
Had a POTS attack and fell over from too much hill. Scared the shit out of my OH because apparently my face was actually grey. Drank a whole flask of tea (I get a lot of use from my flask).
Cried unexpectedly at the sight of a Really Good Stick Pupper would have loved.
Foraged some wild garlic for my garden and for eating and took a couple of hawthorn cuttings, ideally also for the garden. Here they all are chilling in homemade fertiliser made from used no-plastic teabags, banana skins and vegetable peelings.
Got spaniel kisses from a Very Good Girl.
OH: “I did sort of wonder if you’d start giving off less witchy vibes when you started presenting more masc. Then you still stumble home from a walk you’re clearly not actually well enough to go on with live plants, cuttings and foraged leaves literally sticking out of your backpack. Your witchiness clearly transcends gender.”
