Blessed

Monday means going back to work-from-home, and to make sure I got out a bit during daylight hours, I maintained my new habit of going to the church cafe for lunch.

The Monday volunteers are starting to recognise me by my mask. 

The lunch was nothing to get excited about - it rarely was - but basic home cooking, and I know any profit is not heading off to some Tory donor's account in the Cayman Islands.

The rest of the day was just work and chores. 

I got my Blip as I left the church. Him Upstairs must have been smiling on the town today.