Saturday and I laze in bed reflecting and finally rouse myself to do my vitals and get up. I have breakfast with my partner and then I get ready to drive to the dinner venue. I take my morning meds and get on my way. Its a strange and perverse world in which technology seems to choose to work or not. I set my phone up in the car and everything visually works perfectly and provides the first verbal instruction but then stops. My Google maps becomes mute. So I undertake the journey to the venue slavishly following the blue line along the roads.

There were five of us dining, a chance to catch up, eat together and to laugh together. Of course we also put the world the world to rights and to condemn the Bastard Trump for being such a prick. We paid our bills and chose another date to meet but decide that it will be at a different venue. The food was okay but over priced so we will find another place to meet.

I drove home using the car Sat Nav and became aware that too would not talk clearly to me. All I was getting was muffled whispering out of one speaker, so soft that I could not hear what was being said so once again I was following the blue line, fortunately I know the knew the way back that my car suggested.

Once home I settle down and recover from the journey and then start to draft the blog. The evening is slow but there is Beyond Paradise and Death in Paradise to catch up on. I find it difficult to draft the blog, my brain feels sticky and treacly sluggish at the moment. I’m not feeling inspired and I feel that I am about to run out of spoons (energy). Night meds loom and so does the finger splint. It is the little things that need to be done that become draining, but I can lay in in the morning.