I live in a narrowing window. In the morning I am ineffective for a couple of hours. I stir gently. My eyes are gummed up from the business of night. The human body shifts awkwardly. First, weak tea. Next, a visit to the toilet. Later, coffee. By ten I can function. At night I need winding down. I start in early evening if I can because it takes time. My window of activity is getting narrower.

In the winter the seasons run a narrow window too. It is now my natural place. When the window opens wide in summer I am as if stranded in a desert.

Coffee, I realize, is very good for me. I may up my cupage to keep me functional.

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