I've noticed a lot of people recently, walking around like zombies; looking gloomy. Whether this is to do with the season, or the effects of Covid restrictions, I don't know. I expect it's probably a combination of both.
'Routine' has taken over our lives. We seem to live by the clock. We have become automatons.
But there is some light. We have discovered the pleasures of afternoon TV, where a daily programme about Farmers Markets has almost become essential viewing (when it's raining). We have also been delving into the depths of the freezer and cupboards to look for hidden delights; and we've found several. And we now have 'regular' Skype chats with family, to keep au fait with what's happening in the outside world.
'Cosiness' has become a serious aim. Without 'cosy', life is hardly worth living, and my regular afternoon fire-lighting is akin to a religious ceremony.
Books are being consumed by the dozen, music is played every evening (favourites at present are Ink Spots, Earth Wind and Fire, and the Hot Club de Paris), and very occasionally we dance (badly) or sing (badly).
Billy is, of course, our saviour. He demands to play, to be taken on walks, and go visit his friends. Without him our lives would be very dull. We have no cat since our Freddie died, and I miss having one around.
When it's dark, damp, and miserable, we also eat cake, or do some Hoovering, or (after 5pm) drink a glass of red wine; the latter is always preferable.
That's how programmed our life is in late January 2021, but we're not complaining.