Sunshine and a clear sky, but cold throughout the day. I slept well and my head was clear when I woke up. Then I began to feel slightly light headed but felt better after eating breakfast however, and no worse after taking my meds. My slow foggy brain was somewhat clearer than usual early in the day, and remained so. What exactly brought about this change isn't obvious. Will this 'improvement' continue? At least I have something to report in tomorrow's phone consultation with Sil the clinical pharmacist.
In the news, Israeli police denying access to sacred sites in Jerusalem for yesterday's Palm Sunday Liturgy led to widespread international criticism. Formal protest in a dignified but forthright diplomatic manner pushed security authorities to reverse the decision. Careful dialogue by the Latin Patriarchate, custodian of Holy Places with Israeli authorities, has overcome an impasse which put inter-faith and community relations at risk of undermining goodwill and future co-operation, not to mention international opprobrium.
Carefully worded press statements acknowledged the serious health and safety concerns that need to be addressed. The willingness of church communities to comply with regulations designed to protect the public indicated an effort by city authorities to prevent anyone from benefiting from what occurred. A side effect of this mini-crisis, is highlighting concern over anti-Christian incidents affecting Palestinian Arab Christians by Zionist and Islamic extremists.
I worked on my fifth Reggie Rabbit story, then went for a walk around Llandaff Fields before lunch, and emailed the completed text to Rachel to read and comment about what I made of her notes on the original version she remembered so clearly. Then another walk in the park making the most of the sunshine despite the cold, grateful it didn't rain. Later Rachel and I chatted, and she sent me a file of a duet she recorded with Bill of the Black Forest Society band. A nice piece of music.
When I was passing by the recently opened Coffi Lab cafe, our Spanish neighbour Miriam and her partner Pascal were at an outside table, and waved to me. She started speaking to me in Spanish. It's been a while since I last saw her, and I told her about having a stroke. We chatted for five minutes in a mix of English and Spanish. It was cheering to find that I hadn't forgotten all that I've learned in the past ten years, even if my memory was a bit slow retrieving the detail. Speaking or thinking in Spanish in a rudimentary way takes me back to a happy place full of sunshine - the Costa del Sol inside my head, always there even if I never visit again in the flesh.
After supper, I watched another episode of 'Blanca' until it was time for bed.
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