Today I feel better. It is one of the more wonderful aspects of my being that I do not seem able to remain miserable for long. Yesterday's evening surgery was long and difficult, with many complex issues to address; just what I didn't need, but today's surgery has been a dream by comparison; problems easily solved and people who are a positive delight to work with.
One in particular is worth mentioning: a woman who has been seeing me almost since the beginning of my career in general practice more than 30 years ago. Thought by one of my ageing female partners at that time to be a witch, she is in fact more of a seer, sage and general wise-woman. Three hundred years ago she may well have been branded a witch; today she is a respected author and a source of wise counsel to all who know her. She possesses the quality of making everyone who comes into contact with her feel affirmed and at ease. Today, for instance, she is fascinated to hear that I have read Ulysses and that I have written an essay on the subject. I agree to send a copy to her via email.
It was my intention to do my hill walk today, but on leaving the surgery there is a biting easterly wind, the worst wind direction for anyone with any kind of chest problem; moreover, there is a flurry of light snow which seals my decision to postpone my perambulations to a later date. Yesterday my not walking filled me with self disgust: today it simply seems an appropriate decision.
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