The sun has come back for a few days, forecast to last through the weekend. Blue skies. Fluffy white clouds, though not too many of them. Dolly basking in the sunshine, feet firmly in the air. A thrush singing in the silver birch tree. I find my spirits rising as the world warms through.
This medicine, along with the first Prozac of the SAD season, makes me feel that things are fine again, and that I can see this thing through once more.
I discovered yesterday that the use of spray-on-wipe-off germicidal cleaner on the kitchen counters has built up an invisible, sticky film that feels much the same to the touch as laying your hand on a fever patient’s brow. Quite disgusting, really.
“What should I use to get rid of it?” I asked Graham late last night.
“Washing-up liquid in hot water.”
I tried it earlier this morning, and it works. Hallelujah!
There has been a spate of documentary and docu-drama presentations on TV this week, marking the first anniversary of the fall of Lehman Brothers on September 15. I was chilled to be reminded that the depression that followed on the 1929 crash lasted through to 1939 and the outbreak of WWII. I doubt that we’ll witness a rerun of either of those events but even so it does make you wonder. I think we’ve learned a bit since then but sometimes it does feel as though we ought to have learned a whole lot more.
It’s the season for sombre anniversaries just now but I’m not minded to inhabit the shadows. Rather I shall follow Dolly’s example and sit, gladly, in the sun.
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in the birch tree
high against a blue sky
a thrush sings in the sun
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