14 – 19 September 2026

Monday Sunrise: 6:33am – later than the alarm. We’ve crossed the Rubicon again. “She came and brought the spring” Duolingo is trying to push the story on, but not really progressing my Greek. That said, I cannot think of an end to that story. C’mon Duolingo, commit to one or the other. A litter pick day: metal nitrous oxide canisters, a big white plastic container of some car oil stuff and all the usuals. I’d love to say litter picking brings me joy, but it doesn’t. I spend at least 70% of the time wrapped in a fantasy where I save all the coffee cups dumped by the parents and the water bottles dumped by the kids and I put them in the middle of the pitch before their Saturday practice so their rightful owners can reclaim them. The last 30% of the litter pick is usually taken up trying to remind myself that I am better than that. Also, what would I do with the rest of the trash? Tuesday A squirrel leaps across Green Alkanet Alley via the trees overhead. A single leaf falls like a…