It’s a cold winter coming,
in fact it’s already here – if anything
it seems to have snuck up on us
this year. But I’m saying this with the
heating on – and though there’s an extra
blanket needed for the bed it happens
to be a very small walk to the cupboard
where that extra blanket lives the rest of
the time– dry, folded, ready.

Yesterday it was so cold after a walk
my face felt frozen – that was quickly
fixed with a hot shower and a change of
clothes.

There is nothing to complain about (beyond
the high cost of the power bill) and everything
to be grateful for – including the hope, as always
that enough money comes in to service
the utilities.

Which, though never truly plain sailing, hasn’t
come close to being a major stress. The bigger
problem most nights is what to watch – whether
to start a series I might never finish or catch up
on a film no one else recommended.

There are books I need to finish and other
poems I could hope to write. But I’m keeping
this here as the proof that life is good – that
it’s (relatively) easy (and most certainly boring)
and I’m thankful for that.

(Especially the boring part – I’ve done my fair
share of ‘interesting’ and it hardly ever was).