Not a sunrise

I took some bloody gorgeous pictures of the sunrise this morning, but I blip them often and it isnt every day your boy presents himself topless, with his dad's fluffy hat on and sporting a new bit of gum. Ugh, I hate the front tooth loss months.

Was it a lovely day? I drove to work admiring said sunrise and then home again in a splendid sunset. Didn't see anything of the bit in the middle, but that's OK.

Had a good eight hours sleep last night after the stupid 4am waking. Just as knackered this evening though, I diagnose middle aged exhaustion.