It is 05:00 and having woken at 04:15 I couldn't lay there in bed any longer staring into the darkness. Trying not to disturb my husband as he soundly sleeps is foremost on my mind as I maneuver myself out of bed, like some kind of stiff zombie awakening from the dead. My body rigid, every movement difficult and painful. As I slip out of the darkened bedroom, I am greeted by our dog's snoring in a loud monotonous tone, no doubt dreaming of finding the world's largest bone, or finally catching the cat who is a constant torment, teasingly sitting just out of reach on our garden wall.
It is pouring with rain outside, accompanied by the occasional clap of thunder and lightening. This is when its best to stay snuggled in bed under the thick quilt in the arms of the man I love. What is it that's so comforting and almost soothing about being nestled in bed where it's warm and dry during a thunder storm? But Parkinson's is an early riser and wont allow me this luxury, the pain forcing me to get up. So begins another day.
Businesses are winding down from another year, and as the 31st December looms not far away, the process of stock taking and closing the books for the year 2013 begin to take place. With many people out of work, the economy not in the best of shape, I notice shops dropping prices to move merchandise, maybe making a lower profit, but enabling them to stay in business.
The rain has now stopped and a blanket of silence has fallen over the house. I will leave you here for today, and make myself a hot drink. It's still only 05:45!