Slow

Unsettled night; one misplaced comment and you realise the fragility of everything, especially me if you catch me off balance.

Awake at 7, working from 0702; it's all about numbers this week, so I chip away at the required number steadily.

Lunchtime - out. Trying once again to break into Shrubhill stalking Cigs; sneaked in - quickly - and then out again. A couple of blip options to look at.

Then home, tired, grumpy, upset.

The highlight of the day? (So far)

The sun streaming through the window; low enough to cast purple light from the sloe gin on the window sill onto the green walls; a heady mix of refracted distorted wonderfulness.

Only another 6 hours to go and I can call it a day.