I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room – the last person standing in the house as the new day arrives.

Last weekend I installed a writing app called “Day One” onto my laptop, with thoughts of using it to empty my head into about anything and everything – a place to unload.

Sunday evening became Monday morning two minutes ago.

There comes a point where you get thrown under the bus so often, you start to see it as strangely normal.

We went out this morning in search of some new tea, coffee and sugar containers for the kitchen.

It’s been seven days since I last wrote.

I’ve commented in the past about falling off the internet bicycle – somehow not finding the time to keep up with anything, or catch up with anybody.

The clock ticked past midnight three quarters of an hour ago.

Another week has whistled past.

I think I may have unwittingly succeeded in departing the loop entirely.