Day 109. Those endless days, those sacred days. (19/4/19)

A perfect day.

Want to know what constitutes a perfect day?

Cloudless blue skies, the sun beating down on you, the constant company of the woman you love for every second of the day. Total relaxation. Very little exposure to the news of the day. No insistence on updating social media every couple of minutes so you can either depress yourself or enter into inconsequential conversations about subjects that don't matter.

A good book. Good food. Good conversation that has thirty-three years of life behind it.

(A soundtrack that consisted of 6 Music all day. Some to my taste, some not. But lying with your eyes closed, totally relaxed, listening to Talk Talk's 'The Rainbow' drift across you? That's what heaven sounds like. My heaven anyway.)

That's today.

Today was supposed to be a run day. I didn't run.

I woke late. The people over the road's gardeners turned up at nine. So that was getting up time.

Woke with an 'in' to act two of Venus Rising. I knew I was going to work on act two soon. Didn't expect it to be today. Three pages of monologue. The fastest three pages of monologue that anyone's ever written. 95% of it will make the final draft. It's actually quite worrying how easily I fell back into writing in the voice of a self pitying narcissist but we all have different skill sets. That appears to be one of mine.

I've been reading (or more specifically 'not quite reading') the same book (same books, there are a few of them) for the last couple of months. 95 pages in two months. 160 today. Nothing to do but sit and read.

All of this could take place anywhere in the world. It could be on a terrace in Greece, a piazza in Italy, poolside in the Canaries. Could be anywhere we've been.

It was in our garden, in Netherton.

We could be anywhere, we were home. Me and the woman I've loved since 1986.

That's perfection.

Days such as these are a benediction, a blessing.

Days such as these are blessed.

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