Even the drip-dropping rain on a Monday afternoon seem to be infusing the mind and body with energy and my purple fingers on the keyboard are just a minor obstacle to feeling all great.
So what if there are a few freezing digits? My lungs are breathing the fresh November air - erm - fresh-ish I believe would be the proper term when thinking of the traffic frolicking down the road, but nevertheless, I am part of this wonderful breathing planet, breathing along at my own pace.
Why so cold then? Well, even after one year in this house, I still haven't quite grasped the heating technology of the boiler timer.
|Somebody had a sense of humour...|
...plus a hot cuppa to celebrate that the weather remains outside again today.
On that note, I am aware that not everyone is as fortunate and that some people may be even colder than I am, and may be without the comforting shelter of a home and added value of extra socks and jumpers - and that nice warm cup of tea with a dunking biscuit.
My heartwarming and heartfelt thoughts go to all of you out there who are starting to feel the wintry sensations!
I remain as always freezingly your pocket philosopher on a cold November Monday with the outlook of a starclimber - never losing sight of the miracles of this existence.
Graciously, gracefully, gratefully.