the hour before dawn
5.20 am. It’s dark out. I’ve been awake since 4am off and on. More on than off I suspect. Took me a while to drift off last night too. Nothing going on. I was surprised that I wasn’t more tired after yesterday’s walk. Just stiff really.
The weather forecast isn’t particularly good today although it’s worse further North and to the West. Looks like we are going to avoid snow. Shame. I sometimes find myself checking different websites to see whether the forecast for lincoln is better or worse for any one of them. They must all take their base data from the same source, surely.
It’s not a bad time to be up. The time goes quickly enough when you are tapping away. I am hungry. Last night’s vegetarian shepherd’s pie can’t have done the job. The exercise will also have upped my metabolic rate. It’s a good thing to be getting hungry before meal times. Not hungry in the way the starving millions in Africa are hungry. Hungry because the body has been using up energy.
Today is going to be a day of getting some work type jobs done. Sort out the VAT return. Do the finances etc. Also got to nail the next UC Exec dinner.
I can hear Anne moving about upstairs.
Tonight we are off to Gainsborough to see John play in a concert. It’s the Tuesday Night Band. I’m sure it probably has a more formal name. The City of Lincoln Youth Orchestra, or some such moniker but it’s known here as the Tuesday Night Band. Before hand we are having supper at the Dawkinses. It’s Clare’s birthday. Spag bol I’m told. Not had spag bol in a long while so that is good.
I might try and get a session in in the gym beforehand. Will certainly go for a swim before breakfast. Gotta keep the momentum going. I’m in Lincoln every day next week so that should help. The following week is busy and contains two big nights out.
At 6.25 I will boil the kettle to make the tea. If you think that is somewhat precise you are right. It’s because for the last 20 years or so our alarm clock has been set for 6.30 am and then one of us would get up and make a brew. A 6.25 boil would enable me to take the teapot upstairs to Anne ready for 6.30. The fact that we often don’t use the alarm these days and then it’s at 6.45 is another issue. I won’t want to hang around downstairs beyond 6.30.
March 4th be with you.