8.06.2025 Peel me a carport.

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  Sunday 8th 52F/11C [6.50] Overcast. A very wet day is forecast starting about 8am. A huge mass of rain is showing on the radar. Approaching from the SW. So any walk will have to be soon. 

 Up at 5.45 after a long and wakeful night. No idea why. I changed the bedclothes yesterday. Should I check under the mattress for a dried pea?

 My rear camera picked up a tabby cat's overnight perambulations. It keeps crisscrossing the gravel of the parking space and wandering up and down the drive. The image on the rear camera CX810 was reduced to near monochrome during the darkest hours [hour?] It never gets really dark at this time of year at 55N. It's LED lights were active for most of the time. The view appeared as if it were broad daylight by 3.30am. The front camera C325WB did not record anything in the drive.

 7.00 Just time for that walk!

 7.40 And back again. At least 4 lapwings standing on the front field. Along with a hare. All several hundred meters away. Somebody had forgotten to switch on the traffic this morning. It took over 15 minutes before the first car passed. Only six cars altogether by the time I returned. It is a Sunday on a bank holiday. So hardly a surprise I suppose. 

 It took just as long to walk off my bad back. The difference in my appearance on my return was remarkable. I was standing and walking upright. After being in considerable pain as I left. 

Given the forecast I don't fancy a ride. Not even with waterproof cycling clothing. It's just not the same as a warm and sunny day. Which leaves me wondering how to avoid wasting another day on YT. I could run the new cables to the cameras. Though it isn't really necessary. They are performing well enough without. I could tidy up but can't find the will.

 I spent half an hour peeling off the outer protective film from the carport roofing sheets. Then wasted half an hour watching the decrepit old fart hunched over. Doing the same thing on TV. I have never been able to see myself from afar until now. It ought to be compulsory viewing. Mirrors are an incredibly poor substitute for video. 

 I could easily pass for my father but seem much older in my posture. Which I am, but only by a few short years. He died four years younger than I am now. I had no idea this was how the world sees me. Every, single day. My hair is awful since the local hairdresser retired. My beard is untidy too. My clothes are shabby as hell! Crumpled and full of holes. What a mess! 

 10.45 It is raining now. Rain appears as sparklies on the monitor against darker backgrounds. YouTube has been offering me ten minute videos on how to cure my bad posture. I don't have the patience to watch ten minutes of padding. Just to satisfy the bløødy algorithm! 

 Dinner was badly poached eggs on toast. I saw a YT video where the chef sieved the egg whites. One of my eggs broke. The other was fine. I shan't bother to sieve them again! 

 Beard trimmed and shaved around the edges. Well, I have to start somewhere. 

 

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