Day three. 0700. Office opened up. Routine is to stand at back door with coffee and fag. Stand at back door with coffee and no fag and watch the sky instead. Fog is lifting. City waking early with noisy police sirens going off already. Sky glowing a bit to the east so promise of a brighter day to come. Have conversation with lone magpie sitting in the tree next to the fire station and look at the silhouette of the branches against the brightening sky. Go in and cut up a grapefruit for breakfast. That's nice. I thought my taste buds got shot off in the last war but they do seem to be working again after all. That's nice.