SaD suspended

Obviously. Another intensive gardening day yesterday resulted in a pulled something in my right elbow. "No gardening for a week," says the doctor. Ho ho. Like that's going to fly. I also have an anxiety/depression form to fill in, and have been threatened with medication, which I can't afford to take because I'm barely coping as it is and I've seen what antidepressants did to Jan. But the good news is I'm probably not getting dementia, which means my brain is just this incapable anyway, so all I have to do is live with it. yay.



This is what part of it (the garden, not my brain) was like on the 11th. A more up-to-date picture will follow when I've taken it.

Not sure whether just to give up on SaD or to try and catch up with a dozen drabbles or something when I have the go and the computer time. In the meantime I'm re-reading Diana and marvelling at how easy she made it look, especially given her own troubles. The Nyrond is a wimp and a willy weed. Spread the word.