who only by moving can balance

The current State Of The Alex is more or less "unending self-pity, leavened only by high-fat sweetened dairy products" but I have thus far resisted the temptation to make myself a warm mug of Bird's custard and furthermore it's been raining for most of the day, so when we went to the supermarket (on a stupid little walk, for our stupid mental health) at closing time (to see what was reduced) we came away with not one, not two, but all three of my Current Primary Comfort Foods priced to clear.

Which is how I wound up sat on the sofa with my favourite teaspoon and an individual raspberry trifle listening to Dreaming (Marshmello, P!NK, Sting), and not actually crying but definitely having a whole lot of feelings. We followed up, naturally, with Fields of Gold.

I am so grateful for these small quiet bubbles of joy, that move through me even here.