Yawn. Stretch. Grunt. Coffee. You know the drill
Hey, it’s morning. Why does that come as a surprise? I go to sleep just known (hoping) it’ll be morning soon, but it always catches me like a deer in headlights when it happens.
Mornings are ok, but why did that have to make them so damned light? Days should start like a slow simmer, slowly rising to the boil. Not like a microwaved lightswitch (kids: don’t try this at home).
Hello to Stacy and Bob btw. Glad you could stop by.
And how changed the colours on my blog? Oh, we did. Nice
Today’s plans: Trip to Chesterfield, write another short story for The Grey Scribe (and a little more on The Veil, the longer story I’m working on), some photos, maybe……. Oh, and I’ve still got a Drupal module to finish
First job: food!