Saturday, 31st. January 2026

It would appear that I am not in much of a thinking mode this morning. I feel cold, which is hardly surprising as the temperature is about 14 degrees around the home – and 13 degrees in the sitting room. There are breaks in cloud cover allowing us to peek at patches of blue, but no sun and therefore no solar gain – yet.

I find myself one moment staring out of the window over my front garden to the bungalows beyond and the patches of blue, and the next moment staring at my small library straight ahead of me, as if inspiration will somehow leak invisibly from the books and perhaps use some medium such as the ether or dark matter to transport thoughts directly into my brain. Can you have dark matter in a sitting room? I might look into that, but I suspect the answer will be, at best, we don’t know.

So there you are. Thoughts of a kind, arising out of a mind that, ten minutes ago, I thought to be devoid of thoughts. What do you call that? A constellation of thoughts?