A beautiful day

What a beautiful sunrise we had yesterday. The photo was taken from my living-room window at 6.30am. The gorgeous spring weather has continued today for its fourth day, which is such a welcome change from all the rain we've been having.
 I know I probably shouldn't have, but I went to the pub last night. I'm glad I did, because it was quiet and my brother was on duty. My brother and I had a couple of really enjoyable games of scrabble. We won one game each, which is the best result. Because it was quiet we were able to talk about all the issues that affect us, and to compare notes about how we've handled particular situations. I feel completely alive, as if my batteries have been recharged. Thank God there weren't any cunts around, as they render any meaningful conversation impossible. Yesterday we talked about things that matter to ourselves, rather than being completely dominated by the gospel according to St Cunt.
I'm in a bit of pain today (right knee and foot, left hand) and my hips and shoulders are a bit stiff. Never mind, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to sit around moping. I think that yesterday was an important day in my life. I think I've battered myself out of a deep depression. I feel that good, that I'm baking a loaf for the first time in ages.