Well, not quite dawned.
Monday, predawned.
And I felt kind of human again. And whilst not quite a gym rat, I do miss it when I don't go.
Or I am concerned in sliding backwards.
Jools is about two days behind me, so I set the alarm for six, am up, the cats fed and tested, coffee made and drunk, then I am out the door to the gym for my first session in five days.
Light was just showing in the sky, but rush hour had yet to start, so I cruised to Whitfield, found a place to park and walked in.
Onto the bike. I selected a second ride round Chicago, a different route, and pressed ply on the phone, and the best of Blancmange started up again.
I rode up and down the edge of Lake Michigan for forty minutes, into the evening when lights came on.
Then to Tesco for a few supplies.
I would normally have bought lots more, but with the kitchen work beginning in a week, I just got stuff to tide us over for the rest of the week.
And to buy stuff for breakfast.
Back home with the traffic having peaked, over the fields to home.
That was the main task of the day done. Once we had eaten breakfast, we empty the larder and overflow larder (the old under the counter fridge), throw out stuff we don't use or is out of date, box the rest as stack in the lounge.
Jools is in the garden digging the twisty path out, as stuff from the feeders has flowed over the path and so is now partially hidden.
She does a grand job.
In the lawnmeadow, most has been harvested, bagged, but the Sage clary we bought in May is still going strong, and has begun to bloom again. Hopefully it will last into next year as well as having set seed too.
I have a stack of podcasts to listen to, and Jools crochets, reads, snoozes the afternoon through.And so another day fades into evening, and the choice of two games to watch on the BBC: Northern Ireland v Germany or Wales v Belgium.
I chose the latter, a great game, and Wales falling short once again, not in some small thanks to a harsh penalty and another less so harsh.
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