Ave atque vale ...

Hail and farewell - it seemed a suitable greeting for the sun this morning, as it vanished altogether before it had actually risen properly: I took the photo for today (yes, hanging precariously from the bedroom window) just after I'd got up and by the time I was ready to go downstairs all was a uniform grey. It stayed thus, all day, with some sleet, some drizzle, long spells when it did nothing. My watch says it's 2ºc as we approach midnight; I suppose that's slightly less cold though it feels jolly chilly. 

I felt I was dragging myself through today. I was late getting up because I fell asleep again; I kept dropping off while I was doing my Italian after breakfast. Coffee helped a little, enabling me to think of putting some clothes together to go to Edinburgh again, but lunch had me dozing off. To try to remedy this state of affairs - it was like that awful Enid Blyton (I think) story about a world up a tree where everyone fell asleep and lay tranquil in rows of beds - we went out into the unappealing grey chill and walked our usual tedious circuit of the West Bay and back up through the town. We passed several individuals, mostly with dogs, and they all greeted us: did we look like poor old souls in need of a cheery smile, or did we look jolly despite not feeling it? Or are our faces so well known that everyone thinks they know us? Quite cheering all the same. 

Back home I did a Sudoku online in record time and then panicked about tomorrow's sermon, which turned out to need a bit of meddling in the opening section to make it comprehensible to the listener as opposed to a reader. We then seemed to talk theology all through dinner - that and the relationship between history and religions. Enough to give a girl indigestion ...

Annoyingly I feel more awake now (almost midnight) than I have all day. I know what was the likely cause of all this - I'll bear it in mind tonight. 

Footnote: my sunrise photos (I took four) were the only ones I took all day. Things must've been grim, eh?