who only by moving can balance

MY CHILLIS ARE HATCHING. Four of them showing signs of life, so far, of about 16; hurrah for the warm plant box.

(Today has been... A Day. I got up and put the bread in the dubiously-working oven and set a load of laundry going and un/loaded the dishwasher and set that going and was all "behold! I have spent 45 minutes acting almost like a normative functional adult human! ... can I go back to bed now?" to which the answer was "no, you have your first therapy session since DECEMBER, out the door with ye." Whereupon obviously a lift at KGX was out of service in a way that would have been trivial to route around if it had just been announced and given the givens would have made me late for therapy had I not gritted my teeth and braved the escalator, but I was on time for therapy, and we shouted a lot, and then I managed to trick alexwlchan into taking away an aloe when we met for lunch, and then I came home and wanted to nap but there was to be The Oven Repair Man, who I very bravely dealt with all by myself, and then I jittered a bit and then I managed a small amount of work and now I'm making dinner and I could? just go to sleep? but also I... will be a happier Alex if I Do A Sum And E-mail My Boss before same. TOMORROW: a greenhouse, and also some scaffold boards yielded by my tiny magic.)