Tuesday, December 17, 2024

     Cold foggy morning but there is a prediction of sunshine later in the morning. The trees are calm, birds are out in the bushes. Still some red berries are uneaten.

     The tall man texts me asking if I need help in getting the garbage bins out.  Nope I did it myself.

     The historian and I settle in to watch two more depressing episodes of GENTLEMAN FROM MOSCOW. The day is ending, curtains drawn, and the lights are on. It is so dark so early.  After diner we watch an episode of MY LIFE IS MURDER, a gentle series to shake off the grimness of Moscow.

     Later I settle into the recliner in my bedroom and continue reading the Palestinian detective novel MURDER UNDER THE BRIDGE. I have to hurry and finish so I can wrap it up as a holiday present.