Before writing, stop writing, go downstairs for another cup of coffee.
Downstairs, the postman rings the bell. He has a package that needs to be signed for. Sign with a smear on his device, all is in order. It is a package for the wife. She is awake and drinking tea.
Make the coffee, bring it upstairs, and take a small ice cream from the deep freeze. A small luxury with the coffee is no harm.
And there is nothing to say, it is a blue sky day, not even the weather is worth a comment.
The second cup of coffee is now finished. Measure the blood pressure (doctor's orders), one hundred and twenty-four slash seventy, this seems normal, not high. For a sixty-seven year old depressive male a perfectly good result. There are no problems here. Note it down on the page anyway, it can join all the other daily measurements.
Perhaps it is time to start writing letters.
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