PATIENCE, PATIENCE, PATIENCE

So I tell myself, as I go along the street at a snail's pace.  Oh, I know there are many people with much worse to contend with, but it's the adjustment, isn't it, that is difficult.  It's what one is used to.  And I'm getting pretty tired of giving myself pep talks.
But ever onward....
You can see how bored I'm am with being house-bound when I resort to creating more and more pictures of myself, and then a picture like this one, created for a friend, in which I quadruple myself.

Honestly, I promise, I'm going to get to my language studies real soon.  And the new tunes I want to learn, and, and, and.....

And I've started physiotherapy for the sluggish broken leg now, so we should be just speeding along in no time.
Meanwhile, I found this short clip from the summer - if you don't mind viewing it sideways...And I hope it's actually there.  One never knows.

 

Lullaby of Birdland, with Laurie Bower, trombone; John MacLeod, trumpet, Don Vickery, drums.