Tuesday rolls around and I wake up after a decent nights sleep. Rather than dash about I check my messages, mail and other electronic ephemera. I read for a while and the more I read the more convinced I am that I got therapeutic communities all wrong and that what I was doing all those years was more to do with practical ethical philosophy. I’m not going to explain but for a fleeting moment I was tempted to write a paper for the therapeutic community journal. Then I remembered that I have stopped trying to be useful and got up and had breakfast.

Having fed I do my vitals for the first time and then set about doing the paper work that needs to be done for my sisters estate. It inevitably means a trip to the post office and as its Tuesday putting bins out and bringing in the car. It is that time in a fortnight that I get to fill my drugs wallets for the next two weeks. Its a task that means I do not miss my meds and allows me to keep track of where I am in my chemo cycle. With the mundane done I can settle down to read more of The Good Place and Philosophy. I continue to gather new ideas about my new frame work for Therapeutic Communities where I redefine them from being search engines for meaning to being ethics pumps. An unusual way to spend a morning. I have lunch with my partner and do the days crossword clues.

My afternoon was spent putting the garden to bed for the winter. All the garden furniture is not neatly under cover and weighted down to resist the rigours of the winter storms. There is still some tying down to do and some cutting down to be done but if the worst comes to the worst the garden will get through. Having had my burst of energy I return to my reading and another set of vitals. Before I know it I’m eating tea and slipping into watching the latest binge watch: Lupin. It inevitably ends with night meds and bed. Its been another ordinary day but once again there have been kind messages from friends during the day.