Early recce

I wake up from a dream inspired by old SF stories.

The dream ends with a character doing a recce into a nearby village. So I... wake up, get up and recce the front garden :-) Bring in the paper.

Beautiful, cool, Spring morning. Best time of year.

Last night's  headache is even less, perhaps one half on a scale of zero to ten.

Tired, of course, still restless, not worried.

Though I'm getting worse at tracking the days of the week. I mean, who cares?

Only in the garden I notice the bins are out, so today must be Tuesday, bin collection day.

(And swimming lesson day, good)

Ah, of course it is

... I check on my online calendar :-)

half blind. half deaf. dying of cancer.
so what?

http://notdotdeaddotyet.blogspot.com
dying for you to read it :-)


http://my3rs.blogspot.com/

Dr Nick Lethbridge
Consulting Dexitroboper