Floundering

It was a strange day. I was intellectually flioundering. I goot up just before seven and enjoyed a coffee and a quiet hour with the overnight news and some of the social media. Ellie was not due until later. In fact, by the tie she was dropped off, I was washed dresed and ready to go for my morning walk. She was clearly not ready for the world. She marched staright upstairs and went back to bed. It was nearly midday before she emerged.

I set off for my morning walk. It was bright and sunny, but very cold. I was glad of my gloves and my wooly hat. I deliberately added an extra 500m tomy usual route. If I manage a similar route tomorrow I will have cracked over 100 miles for the month. My new audiobook was chatting away in my ears as I walked and slowly came to grips with the new cast.

The rest of the day has been quite. I updated the accounts, and then I strated to look at some options for an August holiday. This seemed like an interminable quest. I looked at cruises, I looked at hotels, and I started to wade throught 254 pages of holiday cottages. In the end, I gave up. I may revist this in the future but I found the while exercise dispiriting, particularly when Di pointed out that we haven't booked Jasper into the cattery yet. As usual, our holidays are constranined by the cat.