These days my brain seems to function at a higher level earlier in the day. I have to synchronise my hand with its shakiness and my brain in order to get maximum function. It is 9.34am. my morning-carer has gone, after giving me a lovely hot shower. I have breakfasted, The Times has popped through the letter box and I opened the door to check that the money I left on the doorstep for the paper boy as a Christmas present had disappeared (it had). I smiled when, just before the big day a small card from the paper boy, wishing me a Happy Christmas, appeared on the mat. A reminder or what? But boys will be boys.
It is very cold here but yet no snow to speak of - some forecast for later today. There is blue sky out there so I have high hopes of sunshine. As to the News - I switched on Breakfast TV at seven and watched it until my carer came at 7.40 - and it was all Covid. Such depressing news about it all. And further restrictions coming in later today. But something good is happening. There is a blackbird on the end of my hedge just outside my window and he is singing his beak off so it is not all bad news.
I have finished 'Shuggie Bain' the Booker Prize winner which I had for Christmas. Not a cheerful book - even the ending offers no hope - but by golly what a powerful read and what amazing imagery. In so many of the incidents the reader is there with them - as they move house for example - full of such high hopes and only to be let down when they see the place. Now I have the 2020 Book of Short Stories and Monty Don's Garden Book to go at - so plenty to go at.
So - it is away to The Times Mind Games before I wear out my day's quota of power. Stay alert against Covid, keep warm, keep cheerful and listen out for that blackbird - he will be around somewhere.