191: Calm after the Storm

Well, it didn’t happen.

I’ve had a couple of weeks (perhaps three … I lose count of days and I don’t understand calendars) of calm and no storm has appeared. If the title of this blog post caused you to expect some from of accident or trauma, I apologise.

I’m stuck here in a torpor of unexcitement (if that is a word) and I have even stopped fearing the worst is yet to come.

Days come and go,. food comes and (very quickly) goes, walks come and (rather slowly) go.

If I bothered to think about it, I could be bored. But boredom seems quite attractive. It suggests a lack of fear, a lack of upset and a lack of trauma. (Does that make me a lackey?)

I’m sure things will change sooner than I expect. In the meantime, I’ll just settle down, count my blessings and hum a few tunes to myself (hopefully in my head, my beans don’t like me singing out loud. Then I might have a bit of a run - only in my boeredom reverie, you understand. Before a little more sleeping, humming and daydresaming).

Life is good!