Thursday 21 January
I woke to a fuggish feeling this morning, definitely felt worn out after the day and night before.
I cannot believe the ups and downs of everything at the moment. January and February have always been my most disliked months, this year I am finding them harder to deal with than normal.
So, this morning I tried to be a little kinder to myself and went a little slower. I even managed a glass of cold orange juice with my coffee and toast. And by the time I left home, around 7.30am, the inky blue-grey sky was noticeably lighter than when I normally leave. That made me feel a little lighter too.
On the way in, the numbers of rooks and crows perched in trees was stark, especially against a brighter sky. And as I drove by, the sun winked at me as it it danced between the trees branches and along the amber rooftops.
When I arrived at school, I opened the blinds in the office and was drawn to the empty bird feeders. That needed sorting. And whilst outside, cleaning the feeders out and refilling them, the sky was even brighter.
Later in the day, it was decided we would all make a conscious effort to leave a little earlier than the normal 6pm or so. A wise move. So, at 4pm I headed home calling in to buy some bird food on the way, and in the daylight. I sit on the sofa now with Mabel’s head resting on my lap and looking forward to filling the feeders in the morning. They have been empty for weeks now.
But the roller coaster continues. The rates of infection of Coronavirus are still to high, despite overall numbers reducing. Dad has finally received a letter to inform him that he is to have his first vaccination next week. Then the washing machine broke tonight! FFS.
Tomorrow, I will try to do some similar times to get that boost of more daylight hours. Then, it’s the weekend.
The Bald Birder 