That was the nearest I have been to giving up in 1,013 editions.
The medical procedure left me feeling disinterested, All went well, by the way, but I was drained, and you can interpret that however you like. Mary drove me home afterwards but I was not allowed to drive, so after a bit of a doze, I wandered around the neighbourhood and shot almost anything. The Chatham Island Forget-me-not grows in the shady windy space on our Southern wall.
After a desultory walk around the house I demonstrated real desperation with this shot of a small dandelion.
A little later as the afternoon was reaching an end, I wandered down the road a little way to get a clear view over the harbour. Lots of yachts out there.
Coming back up the hill, the mirror used by our neighbours to see if it’s safe to exit from their driveway seemed worth a shot.
Things are much improved now.