I had ambitious ideas for today, really I did.
Then I woke up, torpid and sluggish.
Staggered along behind the dog when I took him for a walk and puttered about for the morning, tried to paint, crashed.
Three and a half hour nap.
When I woke up I was all bewildered and languid, it made me think of a line from a Gerrald Durrel book where he describes his family, after their siesta, as buzzing dazedly as heat-drugged wasps.
Back to bed by 9:30pm.
Such a lovely lazy day.