Dodo Au Go-Go

It's been one of those funny weeks. Not the kind I'd usually try and remember. Normally, a week like this gets concertina-ed into a bunch of other indifferent weeks - to be folded up, forgotten and never remembered again. Yet, here I am. There've been several tributaries of me, and they nearly all ran blue this week.  Physiologically, chemically - blips. Disappointments are low-key. Easy enough to gloss over, keep sailing. But in honest moments, the undercurrents can be indigo-blue. Low energy, exhaustion. Meh food/dinners. Played catch-up. Badly. Deliberately stepped off the personal wagon of trying to avoid simple refined carbs and sugars. Will try and reset this weekend. Shrug. What else do you do? Work. Had a biggish regular task taken off my plate this week. Nothing to do with how I was doing the job, but more rearrangement of resources - at least, that's how it's been couched to me. I can understand why it was done and the bigger picture etc, and I

We rescued a dragonfly on Sunday 18 April 2021.  (Btw, I wrote about this as part of a longer Adventures with Flies piece, but figured it deserved its own post.)  We went for an early dog walk at around 2.30pm. Part of the reason for going earlier was that LittleOne had had a spectacularly short sleep the previous night (4! hours 🤦‍♀️) and a catch-up nap which had ended too soon. So I was really hoping a walk on a pleasant cool Sunday afternoon might prove... lulling.  The second reason was to give my Indi-woofer-girl a longer walk. With the days growing shorter, by the time I finish work, get home and wrangle everyone outside, there's usually only time for a brisk, rushed walk.  So, off we went.  LittleOne decided we were to go a different way. On the previous day's walk, I'd noticed a new puppy barking at us from a very unkempt house and garden (the kind of unkempt where you're not sure if the house is being lived/squatted in or not). So, with LittleOne's decree