1st December 2024 Is it just me?

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  Sunday 1st 39F/4C [7.45]  A little warmer than yesterday but without the sunshine and with lighter winds. A grey day with some sun later according to the forecasters.

 Up at 6.20 after another quiet night but with more, strange dreams. I am presuming that one or more of the multitude of tablets keeping me alive. Is responsible for the oddly detailed and realistic dreams. Or, is it just me?

 My rechargeable table lamp had run out of juice and I dared not fumble for the fire bucket in the pitch dark. I had to find my way to the light switch on the other side of the room. Through the maze of (cough) designer furniture. Then dash to the toilet. "Dash" is not quite the correct term here but properly conveys the sense of urgency. Today has got off to an atypically dramatic start! 

 7.55 As I look across at the new [recycled] cabinet. I am immediately struck by its distinct lean in the mirror reflection. I shall have to add packing at the bottom to straighten the mirror. Not the cabinet itself. Which has been dutifully checked with my one meter long builders level. 

 Correction: The cabinet is certainly not leaning sideways. It is leaning backwards by about an inch at the top! Duly fixed with a small pack of tissues. Until I find a piece of wood of matching thickness. A quick search through the portly selection of kindling produced just the thing. I added a wood screw to the face. To prevent the inevitable plunge of the packing piece down behind the cabinet. As it was gently pulled out from the wall at the top. I should have known that the mirror wouldn't lie.

 8.20 I celebrated today's progress by lighting the wood stove. It was only 61F/16C in the room. More logs and kindling had to be fetched from the greenhouse. A stoker's work is never done. 

 8.35 The sky is now visible as uniformly grey. Daylight is a foolish exaggeration. I am not inspired to rush to the e-bike. My nose is pretending to bleed after several days without the least sign of leakage. Not the disloyalty one expects from one's own appendage. Not when the medical profession was actively involved. Reverse white coat syndrome? Suit yourselves.     

 11.15. I have not moved far from my computer chair this morning. I ought to go for a walk. For my own mental and physical health.   

 12.00 42F/5.6C. Heavy overcast. Back from my late walk. 68F/20C in the room.

 Dinner was mackerel in tomato sauce on toast with halved tomatoes. 😋

 11.00 38F/3C. I just remembered the recycling bins and dragged the relevant example along the drive. The stars were out and there was an icy cold southerly breeze. My glasses were wet from huge tear drops. No more physio until the new year at a new venue.

 

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