Sunshy

I think I need to booby-trap my roof. No, really. I'm assuming it's crows or whatever the Hell the big, black smart-ass birds around Cork are. They don't walk like other birds, they kind of lollop along. When they do that on my roof it sounds like the approaching apocalypse. Barbed wire, or maybe some of these.

Should I be washing up? Or learning how to prune a Bonsai? Probably, rather than subjecting you good people to this witless prattle. To be honest, I was a little shaken (but not stirred) on the way home this evening. I noticed that the ringing in my ears was back again and spent most of the walk looking down at the pavement wondering how icy it'd be in four or five months. No matter. I have the pedestrian equivalent of crampons, for when I need them. I'd just be nice not to be quite so wary of the sound of silence, though. It's louder then.

I had a little spell of enjoying the sunshine this evening. It lasted for as long as I was walking the shade. Sunshine is one of those things that's very nice to watch but I don't necessarily want to get involved in it. Unless it's very early in the morning. The sun is still shy then, rather than brash and overbearing the way it gets later in the day. Sunshine in the summer is like that friend we've all had who is great company for a while but just wears you down after a time. 

I know that it appears that I've complained about snow and ice in one paragraph and then about the sun in the next. None of this is by way of a complaint. Whatever the weather does, I'd far rather be here to feel it on my skin than rush to the alternative.

It's getting late so I guess I should try settling down. On the buses to and from work this week so I have a fairly early start facing me. Now if only I could find the off switch for my mind...