48 hours later

• Five loads of laundry are complete. 
• Auggie had been to the beauty shop. 
• Jet lag is kicking me tonight. 
• I’m still weepy over La La Land. 
• In a bizarre burst of energy, most of my wrinkled shirts are now spotlessly ironed. 
• I can’t get warm this evening. 
• For the second night in a row, I have not cooked dinner. Damn jet-lagged lethargy. 
• The Christmas decorations are all tucked safely away for another 10.5 months. 
• Manchester United football is lulling me to sleep. 
• And I hope I dream again of the beach at Repulse Bay. 

My companion

My energy is picking up a bit.  I’ve worked on laundry tonight, and on ironing some clothes, and on some tidying.  This is all necessary after two weeks of pretty powerful lethargy at home.  I even worked up a bit of a sweat!

The fireplace is closed up for the year.  Dishes are washed.  Recycling is out. Books are chosen for the trip to Europe that commences Wednesday.

I sat on the sofa before moving to my chair. Samson stayed on the sofa.  He’s a gem.