There is some, though it is slow. For instance I managed to change my bed sheets this morning. Usually a simple if time-consuming task, it takes longer with a bad arm and sore shoulder, but I did it. But I was too tired to walk before breakfast – we shall walk together instead in the sunshine. I missed it though (though I didn’t miss the struggle with putting socks on – why are the simplest things rendered virtually impossible?) I keep asking myself what can I learn from this? Find your own happiness, Mrs Dashwood said to Edward Ferrars in Sense & Sensibility. For it is there, waiting to be found, in everything we do, say and think. A quiet day today now that my article is written. I am tired, I confess. And sitting reading in the sun yesterday was a delight. Let it heal. And soon.
