The sun above may be very bright; should be. The amount of light filtered through the overcast is a lot. But we see no sun, and the whole sky is a grey white mass, holding back the brilliance, and heat. Below, the air barely stirs. And it is cold, a sharp, challenging cold.
Yet, this is
Yesterday, it was brilliant hot. A calm, clear blue sky with little cloud. A sun, queen of all she touched. Triumphant. And the temperatures could not have been beyond 28C. Now, it is cold; but I am moving around in my shirtsleeves. And shorts. Should be 18C or thereabouts.
The invigorating cold of a shower.
Have had a great night’s sleep. Woke up to the warmth of my lover besides me. And to sex. And more sleep.
A new week, and how well can one welcome it?
Last week went in a whirl. Have been sort of disconnected. Wrapped in the things I have to do, enough to forget much of the world around me. Oh, I know that the Kyabazinga of Busoga died. And I have just discovered to my surprise that he is an elected traditional leader. Not hereditary, as the norm is. [Shows how much I know of our traditions!] So, as he is laid to rest, politicking continues. And the land saga in NSSF is continuing. etc. Life as usual.
Last week I waded into a cyber war. Wholly Ugandan! But it has had me take up a privilege I had acquired sometime ago, which I had left to rot. Blogging on a collective Ugandan blog. Hilarious exchanges.
Apparently, I am too much in your face gay. So what? I am gay, and much as I have been reluctant to emphasize that part of my identity, some would rather have me not talk about it at all. Seems too much of a distraction. So, of course I will continue talking about my being gay. I am what I am. And gay is part of it.
I will wrap myself now in some work. For some time. And then, hopefully, the sun will have dispersed the grey white overcast.
A Beautiful day, a beautiful Sunday to you. And of course the week.