A Day to Lift the Spirits.

Far too otherwise engaged to contemplate deep and meaningful things today (although Helen appears to have reached a point on her spiritual road that puts her a bit ahead of me. Too rarefied to elucidate, but I’m very pleased for her.) So, it will have to suffice that I mention today’s rare and delightful happening.

I had a visit. Me. A visit. Not, as you might expect, from three spirits intent on showing me the error of my ways, nor even the avenging angel. Ange, her bloke Nathan, and her scrummy little daughter Hester called in and spent a couple of hours here.

Ange is a sort of surrogate sister to Helen, and she’s one of the very, very few people who have managed to get inside – (here) – and establish a position of prominence and affection.

So that made a change, didn’t it?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll think of something else to wind people up. In the meantime, I’m thinking that I really must start trying to get to bed a bit earlier. I’m waking up disturbingly late these days. Now that the days of Skyping until four or five in the morning are long past, I might as well take advantage and see more daylight. If life is to pass me by, it would make sense to seek some compensation.