Crashed after breakfast. Beautiful blue sky outside and beloved sunshine, but body said ‘No’.

Wanted to join my parents for a trip to the park but was pinned to the bed, unable to dress.

Crashed again midway through dinner. Had made it downstairs to the table. Couldn’t hold my head up after the soup.

Just went to the kitchen and spent several minutes standing with plate in hand, too confused to work out where to put it.

This is all I can write. This is something, I guess. A boring record of a boring day.

Onwards.