Good things to come

CBT bloke saw me today. I had to report back on the week's happenings. I had to confess to my many walking successes. And my breathing not such successes. I would say 'breathing abject failures' but I'm trying to be positive. We talked a lot about the not sleeping. And I have strategies. Ones that don't involve virtual planting, harvesting or farming of any description. Well, at least not at 4:00am, anyway.

It has not been a very good day really. But Jeff cooked tea. I like having a son that enjoys cooking. Even if my supervision does not always enhance the proceedings. Even if it leads directly to melting plastic dripping over superfluous digits. Have you ever had to pull solidified plastic off your melting skin? I have. Still, more importantly, tea was fabulous. Jeff can add Macaroni Cheese to his ever expanding repertoire, though his idea of washing up has room for improvement.

My tree visit was surprisingly soothing today. Surprising, because I was not sure I would have time to take it in. Also because the weather has not been great. There was a little drizzle when I got there, but that was ok. The sky was a washed out greyish colour that seemed to suggest that it had never once been blue. Ever. The branches of my tree stood out bare and stark against it. There was no sign of Spring. No hint of green. Not the merest whisper of anything waiting to burst out. It felt like a secret.