Grey and windy but spring anyway

Today, Sunday, is warm,  nearly 70°f and very windy, roaring in the trees. I went for what Handsome Partner used to call a little stumble round the block, stopping for a chat with Billie the Pup, then sat on the patio.

admiring the end of the snowdrops, there at the left of the deck, and the arrival of daffodil buds, squint, you'll see.

 

I thought of bringing out my tea on the deck, then considered whether it was advisable to be out in high winds, however warm, around very large old trees.  Tea and knitting indoors instead.

English breakfast as usual. This is from a different supplier and has a lovely fruity scent while being as snarling strong as I like it.

Minimal exercise today, no activism, just a quiet knitting reading napping stumbling day.  I'm using the hip kit tools, especially the grab thing, gosh, it's easier than hoisting myself about to reach things. I should have got one years ago. I'd have been less of a grouch. 

The completion of the glove is a good sign. I just didn't feel up to it the last few days, couldn't settle. 

I returned the puzzle untouched to the library, couldn't settle to that either. So I think I'm now getting a handle on what's up. It's hard in a time of national chaos, so I have to limit my exposure and response. 

The currently available Andy Carpenter is an audiobook, so that encouraged me to knit while I listen. When this pair is done, I'll send it off with the socks and gloves waiting to be mailed. Then I will take a knitting ministry break, first in five years.

Happy day everyone, pace yourself. That means do as I say, not as I do!  I'm delegating the pacing. Also the St Patrick's Day observance. My long-late Irish grandmother, from Tipperary, will just have to cope.