Love

Another broken night. Woke up at 1 and ended up writing questions and listening to the end of my book 'The Woman he Loved Before' - very dark. Of course cups of tea and sic like things in the middle of the night have consequences and I woke again with a start at, 8.

Did the usual Monday things and even managed a swim this evening, since I hadn't made it in the morning. And I managed to catch up with the family - #3 son is doing ok, but shouldn't have chosen Philosophy and #2 son who is still enjoying his yoga.

E spotted this bike outside the uni library. Made us smile. Not sure what had been in the basket, empty now.

Happy 57th, Mari, so far away, in all senses.

Love is a drug.