Weekend Dawn

Working today.

Which is good. Apart from it being Saturday. The sunrise helps.

Blipping early today too. It feels kinda alien. This is the me that people don't usually get to see. The me that I often don't get to see. This is the me that wishes I could foresee the future so I knew what to write...

Although, already a woman tried to kill me. Apparently using her mirrors is beyond a reasonable request. Perhaps she thought light would bend to her will, much like she hoped the space-time continuum would when she careered her car abruptly into the volume of space occupied by my own.

In fact, perhaps she thought it was her will and not my ceramic brake pads that prevented an unsavoury meeting of metal and minds. I hope I never find out.

Instead I turned up the volume, thought happy thoughts, recalled the earlier vista out across the North Sea, and took a deep breath.

And so I am home again. And the weekend finally begins..