Graham is doing fine, too, and has been a tower of strength to me as always.

I’ll see if I can’t get up enough steam to resume writing soon.  Meantime, thanks for sticking around…

I really have nothing to say today. Tomorrow, perhaps.

I had this wonderful idea for a journal entry. Then, I nodded off for a while. Now, it’s completely gone.

Say goodnight, Gracie…

[exits, stage left, singing softly: “Memories, like the corners of my mind…”]

While I was safely napping this afternoon a shocking, murderous killing took place in London, where two young men slaughtered a third in cold blood. Needless to say it’s being reported already as an Islamist terrorist attack, and that may be so. Precious little in the way of hard fact has emerged in spite of continuous TV and radio coverage adequately to support such allegations however and, while I don’t doubt there’s some truth in them, I shall not join in the speculation. It’s clear that the attack took place, and it’s highly likely that the two men wounded and captured at the scene are guilty of murder. But that’s all. Hopefully more substantial information will emerge tomorrow. Meantime all that we can do is to carry the victim’s family and those close to him in our thoughts and hope that truth and justice will provide some comfort soon.

Needless to say my day has been coloured sad by all this. I fear that it will end badly.

Before I forget I must clear up the mystery of the titles I sometimes get wrong here. Its like this. When I start a new entry here on WordPress the software assigns a random four digit number to the link so that it can keep track of the new file throughout the drafting process. As soon as I type in a title the number is replaced with whatever I’ve chosen to identify the entry. If I forget to type in an identifier then when I click on ‘Publish’ the number is used as the title. Simple as that. The trouble is that although I spot my omission, and correct it, the ‘notify’ email has already been sent out with the number as title and it’s too late to undo the damage.

Simple, eh? Well, perhaps not but then there’s nothing in the rules that says computers have to be simple.

Other than that the day has been pleasantly uneventful, another in what seems like an infinity of uneventful days. I ought not to complain and I do try to catch myself before I do but it’s not too easy.

I sit in my chair and daydream most days. Graham busies himself with household chores and his favourite hobby–Twitter. Me, I drop into that familiar old fugue state and drift through the day roaming through my memories happy as a songbird in the sun.

It’s all very nice, really.

“Happy Anniversary,” I said.

“Oh dear. I’d forgotten again.”

“Never mind. It does tend to get repetitive.”

“Don’t be silly. Happy Anniversary. What would you like for dinner tonight?”

“You choose.”

“Corned beef hash?”

“You spoil me.”

Ah well. I didn’t do too well on my first non-addictive TV day. Well, you just have to watch Andrew Marr, out of loyalty if nothing more. And a morning without Postman Pat just doesn’t seem to work somehow. And then… And then…

I don’t know who I’m kidding but I’ll keep on trying.

I’m spending far too much time watching TV. Time I got off my backside and did something more productive.

There. I’ve said it. I’d be yer typical couch potato if I didn’t sit in my nice comfy office chair in front of the computer.

And I don’t like it any more.

Today was weekly shopping day. Again. No great difference from other shopping days except that I was bad, and slept in. Consequently, we ran about and hour and a half late, which made all the difference.

The greatest change was in the people. Most of our visits get us to the supermarket at about 08:20, when our fellow shoppers are mostly younger people, picking up breakfast on the way to work. Today, at about 10:00, the young ‘uns were gone, replaced for the most part by people of about our age. Far less interesting and definitely less decorative.

Hey ho.

Back home I had another rocking chair day, sitting in the window watching the trees grow. It was a good, warm-ish sunny day for the most part, which was nice. Tomorrow they’re forecasting rain. That’ll make little difference to the trees, and it’ll not really much affect me. My old rocking chair can transport me to warmer climes any time I choose. All I have to do is close my eyes and think of sunshine. It’s an occupation I recommend to the weary any old time.

Empty page, empty mind. Or, as they say, “another day, another dollar.”

The crap we talk when we’ve nothing to say, eh?