Monday arrives and I wake up once again on my own as my partner is still recovering from norovirus. I check my mail and messages and then get up to make a simple breakfast, take my morning meds and put my washing in. With the kitchen cleared I settle down to read and watch more winter Olympics. The days viewing can be summed up by “the Brits blew it”, no medals, no wins, no nothing. As I watch the Brits fail and some ice hockey I continue to read Dante’s Divine Comedy. I am onto the last section, Heaven, which I am afraid to say is turning out to be as boring as I thought it might be. The usual Free Will catch 22 and loads of traditional thirteen century history and myth. The usual Man fucked it up but if you do as your told you can win the happy jackpot.

By mid afternoon I am ready for fresh pasta after I have filled the bird feeders and topped up the squirrel feeder. I’ve also opened the covered raised beds and the mini green house, just to air them out a bit and hope the pots dry out a little. Later I close them up for the night. With my washing dry and folded I slide into the evening and more TV sport, reading and drafting a short blog for the day. All day I nibble at things and try to drink fluids but my loss of taste due to chemo makes this a chore. This again turns into a resting day in which I try to keep the place organised and a good environment for everyone to recover in. It is maintenance at the moment and a marking time to allow everyone to get better. Its a slow process so its a case of keeping things simple. Tomorrow hopefully sees things get a bit better, slowly does it.