I'm feeling better, so far anyway. I just hope that typing this doesn't jinx my recovery from whatever unidentified and painful problem I've been swearing at for the past two weeks.
Finally today I got out in the good weather. There was yet another meeting for one of my kids, but this time I went on the bike.
I dawdled and wobbled home, looking at houses and gardens and people and watching all the other cyclists swerve past me when I stopped at red traffic lights - I like to rebel.
And I enjoyed the sunshine and the breeze, even if my hair didn't.
This might be the last photograph of me in my 40s before the big 50 next month. Note the blue T-shirt. Worn with cut-off jeans and grey tennis shoes. Not the white trousers, colourful tops and sparkly sandals combo that other women of my age were wearing in the sunshine. Will I ever get the clothes thing right? Or anything else? Unlikely, somehow I suspect that I'll always be the one in the background, watching and wondering how everyone else manages. How they seem to just know what to do, what to say and what to wear. Sometimes that really bugs me, but today I'm feeling happy just the way I am.