Across the road someone's recycling box had blown into the road, so I crossed over and put it back on the pavement. Heartened by this small act of orderliness, I set off for work. I looked up at the blowing low clouds in the south and my morale improved still further.

I got the connectors I needed and emptied my work stash of paracetamol and other first aid into my bag. This reminded me very strongly indeed of the supplies gathering that everyone does in apocalypse drama.

Sun came out in the afternoon continuing the rising mood. But when the sunset light began reflecting off the clouds, the bright indifference of Nature reminded me that we're still a long way from safety, a year perhaps.

So strange how quickly I've got used to that idea. I think last Thursday was the last day I had something else on my mind - the 12th. Sunday to Tuesday I was upset, Wednesday I began to deal with it, yesterday I was feeling better.

0900 <8 As, low fragments
Wind cold E
1500 ~6 Cu Sun
1700 4 Cu