flowing like a reed

This year has been an unusual one. On the big and small scale. Nothing remarkable seems to be happening but things are changing. Is this a numbness to the remarkable? Anyway, yesterday I woke up on my new boat, I don’t quite know how this all happened, and so suddenly, , but I have made a fire, heard wood pigeons and parakeets, fed a coot and a squirrel and sipped coffee with the sun hitting my eyelids all while cooking my breakfast. Unremarkable in the extreme.