great

 Yesterday's tomorrow is now, and it is not better yet. A long sleep has sent the headaches away, that is a good thing. The son is awake early this morning, there is hot coffee in the pot. Knock on his door and ask whether or not it can be taken. He says  "ok".  This is one early half cup of coffee, this goes down well.

Breakfast in the bedroom, the only room heatable in the top flat. Things are still not better in Ukraine, there are so many dead now because of the dispute, both soldiers and civilians. 

Things are strange in the United States with all their "traditional values" being turned into law. What civilised country allows its citizens to possess and carry weapons designed for mass murder without let or hindrance? The search is not easy.

The news, as always, is not satisfactory.

The eggs on toast are.

Next week there will be a flight to Dublin, an opportunity to enjoy the warm Irish winter.

Great.