See?Most likely a hideously garish combination of a darker orange top on top of a lighter orange skirt, my outfit is finished off with a pair of cruddy old beige ugg boots. I just simply cannot get enough of orange today.
Today is the first break I've had for four weeks from taking antifungals. The latest effort to bugger off the candida. I don't think I've quite finished with it yet but I am happy for the break because it's been making me grossly irritable, anxious and life-tired. Thank goodness for molybdenum, that's all I can say.
For some reason, feeling little lighter in my being translates into the necessity for much orangeness ... putting me in solidarity with the Dutch.
Orange is a maligned colour. I love orange. Today, I am the ambassador for orange.
And now I feel like some poffertjes. Which I've never had but see the sign for them regularly at the Ferntree Gully Market. Only I can't have them, because they're wheat, and my body has told me incessantly and regularly that it really does better without wheat, thanks very much, at least in the meantime.
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I cleaned up the toilet rolls that were piled up next to the toilet the other day. Yes, I'm a slob. But it's also very true that when my energy goes downhill I put off the things that are absolutely necessary to do. Apparently taking the toilet roll out and putting it in the recycle bin in the kitchen is one of those things.Sixteen rolls. I'm impressed despite myself.
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It is still occasionally sleeping in the hole in the wall which the cockies so kindly created.
But it's obviously not the most ideal of circumstances. Too squishy and noisy. As evidenced by the fact that it has busted its foot through the ensuite wall.
Days go by with nothing poking through, and then you get up in the morning to go to the loo and there it is.
A little bit of nature, brought right into the dunny.
Happy Friday and Saturday, y'alls.
