Momentary

The only part of the day with a smidgeon of colour. 10 minutes later, it was gone. But, hey, at least a balcony sunrise got me my blip on a dull day.

Aside from the excitement of a trip to the supermarket, it was a quiet day, interspersed for me only by a peloton workout (unlike other recent ones, one well within my comfort zone) and a bit of reading. Mr A has been pickling eggs. That's not something that has ever grabbed me in the past. I am unconvinced. At least he is now roasting a bit of lamb I got cheap in the supermarket yesterday. That's more in my comfort zone.