The real me, except with my glasses off. I started growing my hair long two or three years ago, I can't remember when, but it worked well for the pandemic. No hair appointments possible or needed.
It's strange looking in the mirror and seeing myself get older. The body is even harder to look at. Lumps, bumps, scars, spider veins and jiggly bits. One of my coworkers calls me granny. It's true. I am a granny and it's strange to not to have noticed the progression from middle aged to granny but here I am, a granny.
I'm still at home, resting my foot. The house is clean. The laundry is caught up. I've caught up on paperwork and filing said paperwork. I even cut all the fabric for Katie's new quilt. Yesterday I watched a movie called "Toast" which I quite enjoyed. It's about Nigel Slater, an English food writer.
Today I guess I'll carry on with the quilt. Not much else to do. It's been raining off and on all week and the garden is turning a lovely green.