I managed to wake up
That's one hell of a surprise. I actually was able to get out of bed and do something of use before 12pm. That's amazing. Not only that, but I managed to get myself some sort of wholesome breakfast, play around on the piano for a while and then go for a bike ride. I was cycling without rest for just under an hour, with an average speed of 12.8mph. I also managed to hit 32mph, which was nice.

It's quite amazing how much impetus there is to keep going and go fast when the cars around you are doing 50mph+. It's also amazing how much you want to be aware of your surroundings when cars are coming within 6 inches of you.

My midday bike ride was accompanied by the cast of the musical Chicago. That's right, they were surrounding me on bikes of their own. Ok, so I was listening to that particular musical on my MP3 player, but it felt like they were right there in the road with me. Chicago is where the song "Mr Cellophane" comes from. That's certainly the song which has been ringing in my ears over the last couple of weeks, and so it was nice to hear it coming out of Nigel Planer's lungs on a recording, rather than from my inner monologue. Perhaps it was my absolute transparency which made the cars around me take no action to avoid coming very close.

Tonight, transparency would be a real problem. I have a gig in Airdrie. I have to get myself sorted out now, ready for a couple of long drives and a stint at entertaining the folks at the gig. I'm looking forward to it.

I think that the bike ride will either give me an edge for the day or will have sapped my vital energies. We'll see. I have a feeling that my more energetic burst of activity will pay off some sort of dividend.