I’m sorry, I got blind-sided by a doctor’s appointment, a simple check up that turned into a marathon of blood work, a skin doctor appointment, an extra pneumonia shot, another arrangement for physiotherapy, and a wait for a prescription to be filled. It’ s called preventive medicine. Two other errands and I ran out of time to get what I need - a portable heater for my cold apartment. It's still cold and I'm getting stiff from huddling.

So - another day without a detached meditation on a discovery or a question I want to pursue, my continuing intention for my blogs - my cobwebs, not best-laid at all but wispy, gossamer, really, elusive thoughts I want to catch in the wind. The wind keeps blowing in another direction..

Perhaps I'll catch it tomorrow

I have lots of blogs lined up but my brain has congealed. I'm on the north side of the west wing of my building and it has had a boiler problem for the last five days. The heat is minimal - about 15 degrees Celsius. I made bone broth soup and muffins for the young weekend concierge who lent me a heater. Sitting close in front of it, better, heat up to 67 Fahrenheit - I can't translate). Cooking warmed up the kitchen for a bit. But he is allergic to nuts so I'll have to cook something else.

I was brought up being taught that it was good luck to finish your Xmas thank you letters before the new year - by hand. Mailed. Did not make it this year. Hands too cold. Feet too. And brain. Just shows I am not very disciplined. I still swim every morning because the water in the pool is warmer than my apartment.

I keep thinking of the refugees with no heat whatsoever, or food or water or safety or shelter. I have no business complaining about cold feet.

Hygge anyone?