Another day, another dawn ...

Sorry. It's another skyscape. But I got out of bed specially to take it, and did my usual endangering of life and limb at the open window, and I think it's rather special. (And predictive text didn't like "skyscape" and keeps trying to turn it into "skycap" - what's that when it's at home?) If you look carefully you'll see an early ferry heading towards me.

Normal life continues to re-assert itself with the pre-breakfast trip to Morrison's, where I spent about half of what I was regularly spending before Christmas as we continue to live off the fruits of Christmas, so to speak. A reminder of what I'd rashly committed myself to arrived after breakfast with the fish van in the shape of a box of Seville oranges, but at least I've remembered the inconvenient fact that my current cooker doesn't heat the preserving pan sufficiently to achieve a good rolling boil ...

Between breakfast and coffee I realised how tired I was feeling - I could hardly do my Italian, and seemed to be aching with either exhaustion or caffeine deprivation, which I remedied more or less and retreated upstairs for some mindless pottering on the computer. I had a casual sort of lunch of breadsticks (another present) with hummus mixed with chopped tomatoes and olive oil, which was strangely delicious. I tried to catch up with the news, though it depressed me to realise how precarious are the prospects of any cease-fire in Palestine by Sunday. 

We resorted to our usual remedy for feelings of despair by going for a walk, rather curtailed by a strange pain in the sole of my foot that assailed me last night before I went to bed. I can see no reason for it, though seeing the sole of my foot isn't something I find so easy these days. I treated myself to a foot soak before dinner (baked salmon topped with miso and oatmeal, with baby potatoes and steamed French beans with lemon olive oil.) I caught up with the latest episode of Grantchester - the one where the current vicar departs for Newcastle - and reflected on how these moves on the part of clergy cause such an upheaval to their flock if they've been any good at their job. Is it the same with other jobs, do you suppose? Teachers, probably ...

Enough speculation. I'll not see the dawn tomorrow if I stay up much longer.