Progress - what progress?

There's no more paint going on that woodwork. We did a tiny bit of work while I was on holiday after New Year, but it was very minor. A little bit of bog at the end of the the north east gable above the laundry door. A bit of end tile hole filling at the lower reaches of the north wall and on the west-facing roof. We even bought some special paint stripping material (hideously expensive) for doing the lead light windows. It's still in the box. We haven't even watched the DVD that came with it yet. Are we serious about getting this job finished? I wonder...

I'm having trouble waking up these days - which is good in one way. It means I'm not having much of a problem staying asleep. I always wake up for a wander to the loo about 0400 though. I hate that. I was up too late last night, after a day of not doing very much I was not so tired. I did manage to have a long sleep-in on Saturday - which i suspect is at least partly the reason for not getting to sleep earlier last night. All this obsessing about sleep. It must be a sign of advancing age. I am advised to get up and do a minimum of 20 minutes walking before starting the rest of my day. Something to do with getting the hormones working in my favour - the psychological benefits that come from feeling I can make the world move past me - of power in being able to do this. Something like that. It does seem to help, so I'll keep at it.