In limbo

Today I slept in. Yesterday was 16 hours long; annoyingly I woke in the dark on the dot of 7am but reminded myself we'd promised not to get up too early this morning and in the end I wasn't up till 8.30ish. I'd already called off my art class; instead the next hostess for the Posada came for coffee and carried the figures off in their wicker basket, after which we headed determinedly for the outdoors, where it had actually begun to rain slightly. Which way should we go? In the end we decided the line of light to the south looked promising, so that's where we went and that's where I took the photo, looking south down the Firth to where the Bute ferry - I think it's the MVCoruisk - is crossing the golden sky that is the only memory of the brightness of the morning sky. We walked round the triangle where Toward Lighthouse is planted, and though it's hardly any distance I felt tired by the time we were back at the car. Better, however, than the exhaustion in all departments ...

We had our usual strange dinner-time followed by our usual crash-and-try- to-relax mode before choir practice. And now I've just drifted off at the computer and had to delete a wannabe-sentence of nonsense, so it's time to go. We have a gig on Saturday...