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I can't get warm. Daggy beanie, trackie dacks, blanket yet the cold feels like it's in my marrow, under my skin.
After a nap in the late afternoon sunshine streaming in through my window while B went for a run, I am now working with a little more verve than yesterday, and am soon to go off to yoga in the sharp Subiaco night.
There has been some good news today. I relish it.