It is meant to reach a maximum in the low twenties so the day should work out fine but until the grip of the sun tightens around the day I will maintain my current posture and keep my winter woollies on.
I have a slight cold which is annoying. I’m neither well or really sick. Just a trickle from my nose and a wheeze in my chest and a cold sore to boot which I am sure has also been helped by the late nights and early mornings I have been living which has accumulated some tiredness in my bones and run me down a little.
The dogs next door were barking at 4am this morning and continued for several minutes until their owner was aroused from slumber and silenced them but the damage was done and although I got back to sleep I took advantage of Linda’s later start and stayed in bed for a while longer than usual.
My cycling took a bit of a hit over the weekend but I did manage to get out for a trundle yesterday, albeit for only an hour but the chill of the morning today has caused me to retreat to the cave of laziness where I recline at the moment and leave the bike in the shed, shod and fuelled for another day.
Like a whisper of wind rustling the trees, our four day Easter break has come and gone, passing us by in a flash, and the metronome of life continues and the tread of work imprints itself on our soul yet again, the grey fog descends and we have no choice but to roll up our sleeves and take whatever the rest of the week can throw at us.
I figure, not quite being on top of my game physically today, a lie in and a relaxing morning is just what I need and I have taken the cue, laying low, taking it easy. For the first time all weekend the house is empty and the solitude descends and comforts, the quiet atmosphere a salve for my soul.
The hours pass with alarming haste and no sooner am I climbing out of bed does it seem that mid-morning has arrived and before I know it I am at the coal face again, chipping away at life, making my way through the waking hours as best I can, pickling my brain, soaking it in the ills of nondescript labour.
The Easter weekend was spent, as it should be with family and friends although the religious tone by which we are set is surreptitiously ignored by me, the agnostic character infiltrating my beliefs a hard stone to shift. Perhaps I think too much.
The house is coated in chocolate or so it seems, the Easter bunny making a good low pass over our residence and hitting the bullseye with the expertise of the most skilled bombardier. I’ve eaten far too much but cannot compare to my little great niece who’s mother reported that she now had accumulated 63 Easter eggs after adding my gift of a chocolate rabbit to her pile on Sunday. No matter. What is Easter without gormandising on chocolate? I’m surprised Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory wasn’t shown on television.
Now I will take my leave and enjoy the morning a little longer, the bluster of everyday life I will hold at arms length for just a hour or more, hoping the serenity of the morning will reinforce the integrity of my foundations and get me through the rest of the day and week without rancour.
Have a great day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 