Nov 12

 About the same as yesterday, maybe a tiny bit better. It's ok. Quite manageable.

Started on the CBD supplements and can honestly say... I have no clue. Which after a single day is what you'd expect. No noticeable changes, although, I did sleep pretty good. So, test 1 - do these have some sudden major impact. No. They do not. And if they did, they'd probably be trouble. But still, a test is a test. I suspect even if they were to have an effect, it would be subtle. My expectation is 90% they will make no noticeable difference. But hey. 

Then again.

Hmm. My headspace is unusually quiet. Measured. Coincedental, or actual thing. I. Have. No idea. Ha.

I guess the following days may shed some light.

It is getting on for mid November. The arse end of Autumn. And my Acer tree in my front garden has not got the memo about it being very nearly winter. This year its striking change of leaf colour seems... not to be happening. It is, for the very large part, still green. And it's warm outside. I can't remember when it was this warm in November. I can distinctly remember me freezing my ass off as a kid in November - guy fawkes day, shivering with my feet turning numb. A strong memory of many years that has made me associate Nov 5th with it being brass monkeys. It feels very different nowadays. T shirt weather. I no longer freeze my ass off in November.

I think the whole climate change malarkey is really beginning to bite in obvious ways. It does make me wonder if the models are slightly off. That there is something they've missed to actually make some effects really a damn sight more quicker than expected. Call me paranoid, but if it were me, I would not be buying property on low ground. I have to admit that when considering moving down to my family - all of whom live on very low ground not that far from the sea, it crossed my mind quite a bit about the longevity of the place with rising water levels. I have the horrible feeling they'll be flooding regularly in 10 years.

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