Wednesday and its bin day, an exciting start to the day wondering if the bins will be cleared. I cook a bacon and egg breakfast and then head for the Shed. I spend all morning writing letters punctuated by a coffee and biscuit break. Once the Shed gets warm it provides a really cosy space to sit and write at leisure. I break off at quarter to two to do a work meeting for half an hour, which turns out to be very productive. A quick lunch and I am back in the Shed finishing letters. At about 3:30 I realise I might miss the post so I take a walk over to the post office, buy stamps and send my letters on their way. I return home and close the Shed up but take pictures of a couple of little wonders in the garden. Despite the mornings ice and frost these little gems where still there in my garden to be found.
With the Shed tight for the night I head back to the house and work up the motivation to train. I get into my kit and head for the rower in the garage. The garage is cold so I get started. I feel like I would be cheating if I just do half an hour so I set the clock for 45 and get underway. I start slowly and build up over the time. It goes okay and I end up with a decent session.
A cold day 
I get back into comfortable clothes and sit down to dinner and early evening TV. Having eaten I start to write the blog. It will be a short blog, I’m still sore and will be tucking myself up early tonight. It seems that the world is like the universe, slowly drifting apart as we all acquire more complex COVID personal baggage. As we all strive to be normal our normal becomes more onerous and the connections more demanding on us. I think it is this that continues to motivate me to make the effort to go on writing letters, the blog, the newly found Poetry Coyote and WhatsApping. Perhaps its just me, maybe the world out there is carrying on regardless.
