I wake up early again at 6:45 as I have for the last three days in a row. I always wake up early-ish, but lately I have been trying to wake up more like I used to but still bypassing my brain's usual 3am wake up call.

I let the alarm on my phone ring and ring and then I ask it for another fifteen minutes and it obliges. I get up just after 7am and trudge through the house and start on my new routine. It seems to get darker and darker as a storm rolls through.

The house is clean and I have muffins with my tea as I write my studio blog. I relive the events of the evening (Linda's amazing exhibition reception) over skype with Stewart as the rain hits the windows.

I think more tea is in order, shame I am out of soymilk...
I am wanting to tell stories again, I wonder if you will listen.