Anyway, he had his shower and set about doing what he had to do. I decided to have a lie-in. Well, sort of. I lay there, my mind on various topics, largely the question of whether being a cave is good (I decided that it would be nice to be a cave), and then I lay there some more. I watched the time tick on by, in 5 minute segments punctuated by my mobile phone's snooze facility. Then, I eventually rose from the bed.
Putting on the same clothes I wore for work yesterday, with different underwear, of course, I headed to my car, de-iced it, and then zoomed off to work, instinctively driving at the speed limit, which is helpful for my cause of not losing my licence any more than I'm already losing it.
I'd lain in bed in a partially awoken state for a good hour and it felt restful, if not the most efficient use of the time.
The first item of the day at work was a meeting to express where things are going concerning our wellbeing. That's bound to be a good thing. The text, during the meeting, offering me an MCing spot the same evening was a kick to the adrenaline gland and the rest of the day is now about completing the necessary work and then revving up to get home and then back out to the gig in time to MC it.