Unnoticed, the bright, early mornings and long, warm evenings have changed my auto pilot settings. Not every morning is bright, nor every evening warm, but the basis of a plan is there. Coffee is the cornerstone of this plan. As each day dawns, summer or winter, bright or gloomy, the coffee pot kick starts the mechanisms. My consciousness percolates, at a similar rate to the water in the base of the pot, passing slowly through the pile of problems and pleasures that await my attention during that day. Drinking the coffee allows me the time to relish or panic at what lies ahead. Whether I succeed or fail is immaterial because that’s the day that will be. Only at the end of that day can I tally the score and realise once more that I’m sweeping a very large beach, and that’s not a bad place to be.