In which I rummage for a missing day

Whoops. Lost a day. It is possible that it fell down the back of the sofa.

Here are some lambs and daffodils instead.

Sometimes it is a relief just to embrace cliché, and what could be more obvious in springtime than small sheep and daffs?:

 

Not even so much as a hill.

Ha ha ha. I laugh in the face of crappy time management. It’s all I can do, now.

And now I’m going to sit very still in a darkened room until I get my temporal bearings back.