Getting out of bed

I was so exhausted yesterday I spent half the day in bed. It's been a busy week on the publishing front, and my bike rides have been more strenuous than usual. I've lost an inch round my waist. What do you think about that?

Then last night I had a bad night and couldn't get out of bed again this morning. I was wondering what my contribution should be to the world during lockdown, and decided that today it would be cheerfulness, if only I could drag myself out of bed.

Ping. I got a text from my 15 year old grandson, sending me a link to his JustGiving page. I whooped and jumped out of bed and made a donation.  

He's pledged to do a 5km run everyday for a month, to raise money for the national food bank charity the Trussell Trust. I'm so proud of him. He starts tomorrow.  If you'd like to support him follow this link.

Now I'm going to Zoom with the family member who declines to be named, and after that, work on my current painting. I'm doing a series on the theme of lockdown. I still feel physically crap for some reason, but my lovely grandson has made me smile.