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!
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