The gift wrapping, referred to in my previous posting, has still not commenced owing in part to my generally de-energized state of being. The spirit may be willing but ….
Helen has been out for her Christmas Lunch with her U3A German conversation group; meantime, I’ve just wiled away the hours in truly non-utilitarian fashion.
The body thermostat continues to play its tricks, permitting the whole gamut from overheated night sweats to icicle fingers with little correlation to the ambient temperature. Perhaps it plays a predictive role of which I’ve failed to grasp the significance.