Hymn to the Morning

• Up early and not tired
• Overnight oven porridge turned out perfectly
• 2°C overnight low, but didn't feel cold
• Turned on radio just as Mozart clarinet concerto started
• Went for a walk just to go for a walk
• Found the grave of my time-travelling benefactors in the churchyard (thanks, Peter and Margaret!)
• Heard a cuckoo
• Smelled some laburnum
• Back by 8

All in all today is going pretty well so far.

The dates on the tombstone explain why the garden is more than one summer overgrown despite what people said, and why the stuff in the kitchen feels like a restoration project rather than a spruce-up.  Well, it's something to do.  Now I have to get enough sensitivity back in my fingers to shift them from scrubbing to drawing mode.  I did a bit of 'life' drawing the other day, and while my coordination is not what it could be, artistically I didn't feel like I was trying to push pudding through polystyrene, so I hope that means the juices are ready to flow as soon as I clean out the pipes.