nowt

Why 

The depression masked as tiredness killed all activity yesterday, it left nothing but the feeling of a dull load on the mind and a swirling in the brain that in combination left no room for anything but sleep. And there was a sensation of numbing cold that left few options but to retire under the sheets and to allow everything to be obliterated by drowsiness and then sleep.

Something is probably not right, but then it may just be the sixty six years of having to deal with the planet that are now taking their tolls. Each year a single ring of the bell.

The coffee is ordinarily bitter today, no real reason for that, but there is no harm in it. At other times it is so tasteless

Things are moving, but slowly. There are things in the house that need to be cared for, and a car repair too. And, a cause for some joy, a new exhibition of old work in a small gallery to be prepared for October this year. That is early. And the book is to be published next month.

There is nothing to regret, everything is going well, and still the misery of the daily trot will make it all for nowt.