Sunday Brunch and Walk

It was blustery yesterday but a brilliant cold blue. And I hear there was some sort of sporting event taking place as well. The upshot was that we didn't have to wait for a table for brunch at our usually crowded little diner and then the rose garden -- clipped back and trembling with pent-up readiness for spring in a few weeks' time -- was quiet and empty as a graveyard. Eric and I chatted on our favorite bench and said hello to the usual neighborhood cats along our route. It was quite lovely. Then we watched Mary Poppins Returns, fussed around with some loose ends and then got nice and high to watch Doctor Who and the Masked Singer and a re-run of Lost in Space, all of which were quite silly and surreal (seems the bloom may already be off the rose with the Masked Singer, but we shall see). After last week's slog things feel like they may be looking up -- I've managed over seven hours of sleep three nights in a row. I'm feeling almost human at the moment.