It's not yet 8am.
Just before 5am I rose and made myself a cup of hot water and lemon (the first of several consumed since then).
CJ and Partner Who Loves Tea left at 5.30am for the morning ferry to Ullapool and the start of their three day journey home.
I followed them to the ferry terminal 20 minutes later to deliver PWLT's spare spectacles which I'd found in their bedroom.
Now I am breakfasted with the second lot of washing in the washing machine and the first lot of bedding already out of the tumble drier and awaiting ironing. The dishwasher has finished its allotted task.
It's been wonderful having my brother up for so long and to spend time, short though it was, with PWLT.
Life will now return to what passes for normality.
I have to be back in town for 9am to get my three-monthly jab to help keep the Big C in check.
And that will just be the first 4 hours of the day. There'll hopefully be another 14 or 15 after that.
And to cap it all, particularly for those who think I'm not a Christmas Person, here is a thought:
